Change Is Hard

…but change is certain.


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It's almost over…

This is the last week of classes.  In fact tonight I will be finished with one of my four classes.  Next Tuesday I have an important presentation, and then that class will be finished as well.  Then it’s a matter of completing and turning in the internship report (currently at 35 pages plus many appendixes!) and studying for the two final exams.  By the end of April I will be free!

It’s snowing again today.  I remember, years ago, as a kid living on a lake, that I used to swim in the middle of April, just to say I did.  I don’t know if the weather is colder now or I am older now.  Or both.  But the thought of swimming in a lake right now seems pretty crazy.  Maybe it was crazy then too, but when you’re 15 nothing is really too crazy.  When you’re 50, well…a lot of stuff seems a bit crazy!


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How can this be?

How can this be the end of the semester already?  Wasn’t it just yesterday I was standing in below zero temps waiting for a bus and looking ahead at weeks and weeks of work still to come? 

How can this be that there are only two lectures of each class left?  Wasn’t it just yesterday that I was trying to figure out the difference between 502 and 503?  OK.  So I still haven’t quite got that one down, but still, wasn’t it just yesterday?

How can this be that there are only two weeks of class left, when it’s clear that I have at least four weeks of work left on several of my assignments?

 How can this be that this semester is almost over, that this YEAR is almost over?  Wasn’t it just yesterday that I decided I wanted to work in a library?  Wasn’t it?  Yesterday, right?  When I followed my heart?

How can this be?

 


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Meet Izzy

We purchased a puppy yesterday morning.  The breeder named her Izzy, and we’re deciding if that’s the name she will keep.  She is a bundle of energy.  I am exhausted and tempted to sleep when she sleeps, but am trying to keep up with school work during those few moments when she sleeps.

She is 3.5 mos old, a sheltie, and already a beauty.  She is so happy!  She should be.  The last two shelties to live here were spoiled rotten!

She has fallen asleep, hopefully for the night so I think I’ll get some sleep too.  Tomorrow will be a busy day!