More and more lately, especially this semester, with Wednesdays off, weeks have gotten shorter and shorter. Days blend from one to another, and weeks stream by like that colourful, psychedelic river-tunnel from Willy Wonka and the Chocolate Factory - frightening, but eerily calming at the same time.
This week was that - and more. Monday night I got sick after two long sitting-sessions with sick classmates, and took Wednesday and Thursday and first class on Friday off, leaving me with just 3 classes and a workshop this week, plus work (which I felt OK going to in the afternoons). The week both feels like it just started, but that it's also somehow the weekend, like two weekends existed without much in the middle - which, oddly enough, is pretty accurate.
It's hard to believe the semester is nearly at its end - my last final exam is in exactly 3 weeks, albeit with a frightening amount of projects, presentations, and assignments due in that time. The hard work is only then just to come: five-week practicum.
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