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The Most Wonderful Time of the Year…or something.
Thanksgiving break is over and there approximately only two more weeks until semester break. That means I get to go home and spend time with my family. I get to enjoy Christmas and New Year’s and it’s going to be great.
This also means that it’s smooth sailing from here and I don’t have to worry about much for my classes, right? FALSE.
Not only do I have to get what seems like everything done with the next, I don’t know, 24 hours, but I also have extracurricular activities and meetings and other obligatons that need to be attended to. And you would think that I would fall apart under this big stress mountain (and trust me, I’ve considered it a few times), but I have figured that there are more important things to worry about than a paper due or a project that needs to be worked on.
The other things is that there are plenty of DE-stressors in my life to distract me enough when I go crazy:
1. My roommate- I have to admit that when she started playing Christmas music in the middle of October, it left room for me to be concerned. But looking back on it, her antics allowed me to let go of things that I didn’t need to hold on to. We eventually let the littlest things distract us and we have the most fun doing it.
2. Theatre- I love performing. And the people in the Everest-Roher building (affectionately called the ER) are so amazing. There are times where I need to lock myself in a practice room and play until my heart’s content. That’s normal, right?
3. Randomness- it seems rather, well, random, but the time where there is an unplanned, unorganized, sponatneous event take place are the times where it’s the most fun. There’s nothing like a late night session of startipping to help you relax after writing a term paper.
So while sitting back and counting down the days until the end of the semester, I will most def take pride in trying to push myself so that I can finally “be home for Christmas.”
