ggrrrr *yawn* ggrrrr

nine sleeps til classes are done, ten sleeps til we fly home...twenty-two sleeps til Santa comes!
We are all managing to keep our heads above water, we may be unconscious but at least we're still floating. The close of the semester is a mix of emotions for many of us. We recall the fondness of playing in the sunshine with Phil and transforming our windowless den with Brian, the torment of trying so many new things only to find there was not enough time to grow to like them.
Many of us won't see each other again until our ten-year reunion and it suddenly strikes me: the last student loan papers to be filed, the last library books to be borrowed, the last term paper to be written, and I wonder- what will happen without this world I have encapsulated myself infor the last seven years?!
I certainly don't plan to leave here and become an *ick* grownup, but what do I plan to do? where will I go? who will I take with me? It hardly bears thinking about, yet I will only get away with avoiding it for a few short months.
I long for third year, burried in history classes, loving my life and my friends. I have to reshape this space that I'm in but I don't even know where to begin. I seem to be tired always, classes bore me and the work drives me to skills of procrastination never truly experienced before. But what about the kids I will re-unite with this spring? Will they make it easier to get up in the morning? inspire me to create the most amazing of all lesson plans? or
will they make me even
more sleepy

I hope there is snow, and lotsa chocolate and shortbread, and gran and gramps, Jessa, mom n' ralph, Aunty Terry, Ali, Jason, Steven and Shawn...and Santa!!!!
"yes Sheena there really is a Santa Claus"