The time is out of joint.
The end of the semester nears, and I feel like I'm pumping the pedals of a bike whose wheels are all out of shape across the finish line. I've got to be out of the house by 6 a.m. to get into the newsroom on time for the final tomorrow at 8 (not 7:30, thank goodness). It's just after midnight and I still need to eat dinner.
I've done a terrible job documenting what it is that stopped me from updating this blog regularly, but I think I like it that way for now. I want to turn this experience into something overwhelmingly positive; I will use this as a platform for expressing a shift in perspective for me.
I clawed my way back up to (what I hope will be) an A-average in three of my classes, but Journalism, a field in which your ability to meet a deadline is tantamount, is far less forgiving to my GPA, and rightly so. I only hope that I can make it up to the awesome program this Fall.
I've learned a lot about what I can and cannot handle this semester. I've developed a lot of ideas about where I want to go and the world I live in. I worked part-of-a-part-time, I joined a club, and I had a few things published despite my failings and flailngs. It wasn't a stellar semester, but it was a good one.
No summer school this semester. I have a lot of "projects" in mind, and this blog is one of them. (Hint: the rest have to do with reading, catching up on all my DVD-watching; basically, this summer I will be simplifying, building, learning, and exploring at my own pace.)
I'm looking forward to it. Now, to get that dinner going.
