:: Thursday, December 05, 2002 ::

"A breath away's not far..." (Josh Groban)
Today, my last psychology classes -- ever -- ended. I am happy, with the little chill of sadness that always comes when a book is permanently closed, even if the chapters were mostly unpleasant. I can't deny that I have had more fun in Social Psychology than any other class. Where else can students yell, throw things, make fun of each other with impunity, impersonate scandalous characters, joke extensively about Freudian... er, anatomy, break the elevator, and laugh until the bell rings? I will miss it, just like I miss high school--not wanting to go back, but savoring every good memory.
Only two items are left on my checklist: one set of reading and one lonely paper. My break has arrived already. Another semester survived, even though it took some sleepless nights and pillow fights to get there. Oh, and what a semester it's been! I wonder what will be inscribed on the history books in my head... what will be remembered in the ever-elusive Someday?
But I don't need to think about that now. Today, I could sit and breathe for hours. The day somehow seems appropriate for a permanent half-asleep state, too many pillows, foreign languages, coffee that never quite reaches the bottom of the cup, words tucked inside for fear of freezing in the November air, romantic popera, maybe a kiss or two on the forehead... hey, enjoy your day, yo!

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