The End...

I am sitting on the verge of my senior year of college. Being a senior isn't the special part, since I have technically been a senior all year, but it is the idea of finality that scares me. And excites me.

To be honest, I have never been more anxious to get the heck out of East Lansing. I am sick of the tiny room, of the classes and endless papers, and just everything. I am ready to go home, spend some time with my family. And curl up on the floor with my dog and a good book. Plus, my cousin Kate is in town and I'd like to spend some time with her before she goes back to Wisconsin...

I really am just burned out. Six big English classes will do that to you, as well as two paper intensive History classes. I want to add up how many pages I have written for class this year, but I am lazy, and not all the papers are on this computer. I bet its a disgusting amount. I am just tired of interpreting what profs want and all that jazz. I am ready to just graduate and get on with it. Start my life. In Alaska. :)

I guess the only exciting news coming from this week is that the Deparment of History is honoring me with some award on Thursday night. I have no idea what it's for, but I am excited about it. Little ol' me got an award. :)

The summer is looking nice-working at Spencer for the third and probably final summer. I can't see myself going back there again. It will be nice to have a final hurrah and then move on. Plus, my aunt just hired me to be her nanny as soon as the kids come and what could be more fun that watching 2 little boys? Nothing. It'll be fun.

But that is it. No major changes for me lately. Just anxiously awaiting friday and that final trip home to Rochester and away from here.