This Isn't Right!

I think I have finally decided why people love Christmas. It's because when the day finally arrives it means you you have absolutely nothing you have to do except recieve gifts. That's not hard at all. As I was walking around campus the other day, probably going from one thing only to start another, Silver Bells began to play on one of the clocks on the hour. It made me happy, but I also took it as a reminder that Christmas is coming and the song is helping us march on to the day.

I am swamped by work, and whenever I see something that reminds me off Christmas I can't help but be a little more happy and push myself that much harded. The end is coming, and there is plenty that keeps me from forgetting.

Beyond Pysch tests, 3D projects, short stories, and papers there are cookies, boxes of presents, and Christmas Eve dinner. There is family, all together for one time out of the year. There is cool nights that turn into mornings with a layer of white snow covering the ground. There is sledding instead of studying, hot chocolate instead of energy drinks. There is sleeping in til noon under three covers, instead of waking like a zombie, cold at 8 in the morning.

I do not like the end of the semester. Teachers feel as if they need to cram everything in before we slip away. I learn little, because I have to find someway to fit it all in. I can't complete things as well as I should, and I forget about them the minute the go from my hands to theirs.

So I may not remember what was on my Pysch test, but I do no what is on my Christmas list (thought not much right now). In the end, we are all just working for the break. That's the stuff that really matters.

It can't come soon enough.