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My comps is due tomorrow. Other than proofreading, I haven't done any work on it since last weekend. Clara liked my last draft and said I shouldn't add a thing. The whole thing felt rather unreal and anticlimactic... I had always expected finishing comps to be a big deal. Then tonight Julia offered to bless our papers (mine, Steph's, Rob's, and Taylor's). She purified them with sage and we sang a song over them to bless their journey. I'm glad she offered to do that. It made me feel that my effort mattered in some small way.
It is spring in my heart. I've felt giddy and hyper and glowy these last few days. Today my dad tried to tell me about his frustrations, and I felt so happy he couldn't stop me from seeing the bright side of everything. It was pretty funny. Tonight, walking through the cold to print off comps, I laughed loudly and joyfully for no real reason.
I know what this feeling is... It's falling in love all over again.
It is spring in my heart. I've felt giddy and hyper and glowy these last few days. Today my dad tried to tell me about his frustrations, and I felt so happy he couldn't stop me from seeing the bright side of everything. It was pretty funny. Tonight, walking through the cold to print off comps, I laughed loudly and joyfully for no real reason.
I know what this feeling is... It's falling in love all over again.