Today is my last first day of school.
My main thoughts on that subject could best be summarized by a few keyboard smashes that look kind of like this:
And because that’s not fun to read and also because I’ve been avoiding almost all discussion of graduation // post-grad // life after May 24, 2017, this blog will not be about that.
I realize it’s been awhile since I’ve blogged (oops sorry JHU_Joanna). Every time I’ve sat down to write a post, I’ve struggled to come up with ideas or have been distracted by whatever Netflix documentary might be on in the background (like this one!) or an amusing photo of a dachshund that someone sends me (like this one!).
Last semester ended, not with a whimper but more of a bang. I had four final exams, a research paper, and two final projects, leaving me a little brain dead when I boarded my plane back home in December. Grades slowly trickled in while I was home (I passed thermo in case anyone was wondering), and by the time my last grade was posted, I was mid-winter-break, trying to give myself a mental separation from academics and school.
Over break, I went to Chicago to hit up some museums (ya girl loves museums if that hasn’t been clear on this blog), reunited with some pals from high school, and rang in the new year with some friends from camp who I haven’t seen in awhile. I also did a lot of sitting on the couch watching televisions while “applying to jobs” and “figuring out what I’m doing with my life.” (It’d be untrue to exclude the quotation marks because a lot of the time that turned into just watching television).
I came back to Baltimore for intersession to take a class about the Sicilian mafia and do a lot of nothing, which is quite possibly my favorite way to spend three weeks in January. I said “cheerio!” and “welcome back” to JHU_Molly, and my friends and I went out for restaurant week, took day trips, and did a lot of nervous laughing anytime someone brought up that-which-must-not-be-named (post-grad life).
All of this brings me to today. I’m writing this blog in the Gilman atrium, which is surprisingly un-crowded for 10am on a weekday while sipping an almond milk latte from Alkimia. I don’t have class until noon and also am still a little unsure about what my final class schedule will be for the semester. I only needed to take one class for BME this semester, so I kind of went wild and registered for 22 credits of Whatever Looked Interesting.
Long story short: I don’t know where four years have gone and I don’t know what’s happening next, but for right now, I’ll just keep on floating along, drinking copious amounts of coffee and photoshopping myself into other contexts