The end is always the
hardest.
I don’t mean this in
some deeper-meaning, death way of thinking… I mean it as I’m in the last
one-and-half weeks of spring semester, and finals are upon me, and I still have
daily homework, and it’s beautiful out, but I’m inside with greasy hair and no deodorant
on and…
Is there a store college
kids can buy motivation at? Because I ran out two weeks ago. The car is out of
gas only a few miles from home, so I’m walking, but I’m also dehydrated.
Why isn’t the end the
easiest part?
I should be carefree at
this point, not minding the homework because there’s not much left. Instead it
is painful pulling open the file of my ten-page paper, knowing I only have one
page left to write. Somehow I end up bopping around on here, on Pinterest, and
looking at buying The Walking Dead PC game after one sentence.
At least I can look out
my windows, which are all open, and see the trees finally blossoming big green
buds. I can enjoy beautiful drives to campus along the river… and I can know
that next week I will finally, finally be done for a few months, and refuel.
Until then, I will
squeeze out the last drops of intelligence and creativity within my brain and
crawl to the finish line.
Is your week moving as
slow? If it is or isn’t, I hope it’s as beautiful as mine has been!
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