I was thankful this morning when I walked outside and my eyeballs didn't freeze. I breathed a breath of fresh air and smiled. I stepped one foot off my step and onto my paved driveway, which was no longer covered in snow. I took another step. One more. BOOM! I fell. I cringed and picked myself back up. The walk to the end of the driveway was completely treacherous as I shuffled my feet along what seemed to be continuous black ice. When I finally made it to the road, I thought perhaps they may have been salted but the rest of the journey to class was continuous shuffling and slipping along the way.
I was thankful I wasn't the only one catching a breath with each step, as I peered around at cautious students around me shuffling their feet slowly but surely in front of them.
Now, I sit in the library cafe peering out the window, having a clear view of shuffling feet around campus. My heart stops and my gaze locks as ever so often as a student will jog in a hurry to their next class. I have an hour and a half until my next class but there's no way I'm journeying home. I find it easier to stay on campus in between classes anyway. There are many places to go including the library, meal hall, and the student center cafe. If I go home, it's more tedious and harder to make myself go to the rest of the day's classes. It's easier to stay motivated and in work-mode if I stay in a working environment until my day of classes ends.
I have one more week of classes left before I go home for spring break. Well, it's not actually "spring" break because it's not spring. I have one more week of classes left before I go home for reading week. Well, it's not actually "reading" week because I won't be doing much reading. I have one more week of classes left before I go home for a week of relaxation. Much better. I plan on drilling myself this weekend and all of next week so I don't have to worry about any projects or work while I'm home. I don't have any set plans for the break. I hate making plans. I find if make plans, the break will inevitably fly by and I won't do much relaxing. I need relaxing; that's for sure.
I cannot believe it will be March when I get back to Sackville. MARCH. Do you know what that means? Basically, there will be only one full month left of classes. April will fly by because there are less than two weeks of classes before exams start. I only have one exam because I'm in Fine Arts. Don't get me wrong. Portfolio works are just as tedious and hard work as studying for exams, but I'm certainly not complaining. I have two portfolios - one for Open Media and one for Painting. I also have a take home exam for Art History. THEN IT'LL BE SUMMER! Oh summer, how I love thee.
I plan on traveling to San Francisco this summer. I have a friend that lives there so it's the perfect opportunity to go. The easy part is planning it out. The hardest part is finding someone who will commit to go with me. It's easy to mutter the words, "Yes, I'll go to California!" but it's very difficult for me to believe those words. I get excited, talking to friends about potential trips but the difference between me saying I'll commit and the majority of my friends saying they'll commit, is that I'm actually driven to follow through with the plan. I'm hoping my boyfriend will follow through on going with me, as I know we'd have a blast if we both went. So, I'm beginning to plan out the trip as if it were a definite decision; hopefully he'll get excited about it and not back out!
Anyway, I'm going to go do some reading before I set out to shuffle to my next class.