Apparently it’s entered my subconscious

Last night I had a dream that I was back in fourth grade with my fourth grade teacher, Mrs. Lasko, but all my classmates were college friends. And in my dream, we were taking a test, and I probably should have aced it, hands down, but for some strange reason, I was having a really tough time with it. One by one, my friends turned in their tests and there I was, still trying to answer the questions. But it was a lost cause. I went over the time and had no choice but to turn in what looked like a five-year old would do to a 1040 EZ form. I might as well have written my answers in Chinese characters. I knew I was doomed to fail.

I have to say, that is probably one of the most depressing dreams I ever had. And why do I share this? Not that it’s an accurate reflection of how the end of the semester, my last semester ever, is going, but I think that it’s a good wake-up call to finish the year, and my college career, strong. Now that the weather is actually nice and the countdown to graduation has shifted from weeks to days, it really does get harder to focus on the remaining items on the syllabi. The only things I see are my friends and all the memories we still have to make before we leave and go our separate ways. Even the job search is on hiatus…for now, at least.

Where do you find the balance of spending as much time possible with your college sweathearts and maintaining the GPA that’s kept you on the Dean’s List the past seven semesters? How do we keep in mind the importance of our liberal arts education when senioritis is in full gear? Is it possible to stay motivated til the very last final? It’s like priorities have slightly changed in the past couple weeks for all of us, and last night’s dream is a tap on the shoulder to take a peek at my planner for once this month. After four years of hard work, now is not the time to “let the pieces fall where they may” so to speak. I’ve never been one to just do the bare minimum to get by, and by the looks of my nighttime subconscious, I need to step it up before it comes to that. Just two more weeks, and we’re outta here. Oh gosh.

And now, some recent pics:
indian
Maria and me

indian
Finally, good Indian outside of London

breeches
Amanda and Heather by the Breeches

in the breeches
Me and Amanda walking in the freezing Breeches

friends

spring fling
Some of my ladies at Spring Fling

dj
Matt Wells DJing/dancing

sheep
Maria and sheep at Spring Arts Day

pony
Heather and pony

goats
Maria and goats

goats 2
who tried to eat her


One Response to “Apparently it’s entered my subconscious”

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    You are really cute girls. Don’t be afraid of god she don’t bait.

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