I can see it now, I wake up one morning, totally refreshed, ready for the day. I shower, get dressed, make breakfast, and sit down to a nice cup of hot cocoa and read a book. I dabble in cleaning my room, bake some cookies, call a friend, and enjoy the general splendor of the snowy wonderland outside my house. It is a glorious day- and one that has not yet materialized. I still have a week of school left. One horrid, sickeningly, annoying week of school. And as usual, a class that I am in has a little more work than I realized. Being the procrastinator that I am, I have also put this class off. Not enough to seriously damage my grade, hurt my scholarships, or even miss the deadline. Just enough to make me get little sleep and become rather annoyed. *(I should note at this point that my procrastination has been lessening in degree since last spring...just ask Becky. It was rather ugly.)
This next Thursday is the last day of my enslavement to a class that is both daunting and obnoxious in one fell swoop. Friday, is the day of my freedom...and for work...but the morning is the beginning of the sweet bliss that is Christmas Vacation. May Friday come swiftly for me.
