…and we’re back.
Man, that was a great vacation. There’s too much to tell here, especially in my current state of exhaustion, in which I’ll be fortunate if I’m coherent enough to spell all the words right in these few sentences.
Driving home from vacation is usually a bit sad, especially when you can feel your week of fun outdoorsy bondy time dissolving into a semester of school and work and chores and commitments.
(What I hope and plan will be) my senior year starts tomorrow morning. Twenty hours, if my overload petition goes through in time.
But it’s all good. If I could do 18, I can do 20, even if those two extra hours are labs, and even if only three of those 20 hours are from a humanities class. Rawr! I am tough and diligent!* I will do my homework!
I will get enough sleep tonight! All the time we were in Colorado, I don’t think we stayed up past midnight more than once. Usually we went to bed between 10 and 11 and were up around 7 without an alarm. That’s what exercise and fresh air’ll do for a person, I suppose. Here’s hoping I can continue the early-to-bed trend right on into the school year. To bed!
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* When I was in elementary school in the rah-rah-self-esteem early 90s, we had to repeat the mantra “I am lovable and capable” every day during announcements and any time we were in danger of not thinking ourselves to be the most wonderful, special people in the whole wide world. But capable doesn’t go far enough, you know? There’s a vast chasm (see: what happened to my ex-GPA) between being ABLE to do something and actually sitting down and DOING the damn thing. There’s also great value in practice, something IALAC glosses over. But, you know, it was elementary school. I guess it was a good start. See, incoherence. That’s what that is.