Home is where the heart is
This semester, my classes have been better than before, and more importantly, I've managed to maintain that sharp mental edge that lets me get my work done and to stay focused and to participate in class. However, I am really beginning to feel that edge slip away. In fact, it has reached the point where, though I have a five page French paper due tomorrow, I have yet to start it, and have absolutely no inclination to do so. I am in desperate need of this fall break, and an opportunity to go home.