You're going to pass by in the blink of an eye. As always: exhilarating and terrifying. (There are too many terrifying elements in my life right now.) 14 days and then the semester is complete. There are no research papers to write this round of finals, which almost makes this semester scarier. I know how to write papers, I don't know how to construct boxes that obscure actor's bodies or develop feminist performance (Actually, I may know how to do that).
I made the annual big map of what's left. The best part? One class entirely drops out after Monday. Thank god!
The only problem is that I didn't factor in time to write and complete applications for jobs/internships/those things that I need to make summer more than me sitting on the couch.
Oh, summer. You're a joyous mess. And 14 days away.
love,
hannah
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