It is a sad truth, dear people, that the week of finals, no matter how sunny or bright it may appear, is actually just a raging storm of despair. Students from freshman to super seniors are crammed into every nook and cranny of campus studying until steam trails begin to drift from their ears. It all happens so quickly. One week everyone is outside enjoying the lacy pink and white blooms of various trees and shrubs, playing Frisbee, and finding love, and the next week it's all forgotten; lost in the mire of study guides and flashcards. It's over almost as soon as it began. Perhaps, dear people, you wonder how the author faired in such grotto of melancholy madness? I am pleased to inform the masses that I passed every class, even if it wasn't with flying colors. OK, in all reality I took a nose dive and managed to escape with just a few scrapes and bruises. Joyously, however, it is over. The blossoms are still around and love can still be found, dear reader. I am here to tell say that the Lord definitely watches over His people. Without His help I would probably be on academic probation or something, but my brain was blessed, for certain.
Oh but let us not dwell on such unhappy things as finals. Let me detail just how beautiful life is now. I work at the library on campus. It's a wonderful place to work, but what makes it even better is the walk I take to get there. As I walk I pass flowering trees with branches weighed down with the most aromatic delicate pink blossoms. Some trees are drenched in white petals that rain down when the wind blows. They spin and swirl in the breeze. There is a little quad of trees with deep brown spindly limbs that are papered in rich pink flowers. They look very much like coral. I stroll past ducks and robins and families with little kids laughing. All in all this daily experience makes me sound rather sappy, but I wouldn't trade it. I love it and I reckon that I might just get used to this school after all.
