Reflections On This Semester

       I don't think anyone really knew how this semester was going to play out. We all came into this fairly confused, some of us still are pretty confused. What I do 100% know now is that college kids should not be forced to school for three months during a global pandemic with zero breaks other than weekends. It's exhausting. There's still three weeks to go in this semester and I genuinely just want to be done. Mentally I am ready to never look at a book again. THAT says something. Physically, my body is drained. I do not want to get out of bed, and most of the time I don't even want to open my eyes. The little sleep I do get is always interrupted by the blaring of an alarm. Emotionally, I am exhausted. At this point, my literal only goal is to just pass my classes. I had such high standards for myself coming into this semester, but honestly, no longer do I wish to fulfil them. 

    It's hard to be a teenager, a student, and all the other roles we play during a pandemic. It's exhausting to have so many rules and regulations on top of the weight we already carry. I completely understand why we have the rules pertaining to COVID-19, and I am thankful that this entire campus (up until recently) has been doing a good job at being safe. But seriously, I am ready to go home. 

    The bright side is that there's three weeks until two months of a break to enjoy. We get to go home just in time for Thanksgiving, which means a bunch of food, Hallmark movies, and decorating for Christmas. As tiring as this whole semester has been, I am genuinely grateful we were allowed to be on campus. I get to live with and see my friends every day, my professors (most of them anyway) have been extremely good at helping and reassuring students. This has been one weird and wacky semester, and I am slightly thankful it's almost over, while also hopeful for a better next semester.