Huzzah!

Huzzah!  The semester is over!  Glorious day!  I want to futterwacken...vigorously...  I narrowly averted finals disaster this morning.  I stayed up late studying, and as has been happening as of late, woke up a solid hour before my alarm this morning, which was just terrible considering my first final today was at 7 am.  So 6:52 rolls around, I look at my clock, and holy crap!  So I was late for my first final, but luckily that was non-consequential.  This semester wasn't all that bad, actually.  It had its high spots, and it had its low spots, for sure.  But overall it was pretty good.  I certainly was more successful than the previous semester.  I'm just really looking forward to this summer break!

I really love this time of year.  Life it seems, is finally waking back up.  I love seeing and smelling all the new flowers, seeing the trees come back to life, the grass turn green again.  The one thing I don't like that I've found is flowering pear-can't stand the way it smells-just one more reason I dislike the tree.  But setting that aside, spring always reminds me that there is hope to be had and life to be enjoyed.  It reminds me that even after the darkest, coldest winters in life, spring comes.  A renewal, a rebirth occurs every year, bringing with it new adventures to be had.  I do love the beauty and serenity of the winter, don't get me wrong.  But there's something about the spring-the transition to summer-that wakes something up inside me.  The beast is stirring...