Junior year is over. (Praise the Lord and His goodness.)
You know those days when you think, “This will never ever end”? Or sometimes, it’s a week? That was my semester. One thing after another, it all hit me, and I am so glad to see the end.
It wasn’t that it was bad, necessarily, just exhausting. Even the good things zapped me. And now I almost don’t know what to do with myself because I don’t have a paper to write, or someone to go talk to, or a problem to solve.
This week, especially, is like limbo week. I’m still in Steubenville, but not because of classes. I’m training for next year’s job, since I won’t be here this summer to train. And then on Saturday, I’m attending a household sister’s wedding! Sunday I’ll drive home, and Monday I’ll begin the mammoth task of putting everything away that I’ve packed up from my dorm room.
It’s certainly going to be a different summer than what I’ve been used to the last 2 years. This summer I’ll have routine, which is beautiful and strange. I’ll have organization and normalcy. I’ll have family and friends, and books. Lots and lots of books.
Well, I’m off to pray and go to Mass and do all sorts of things that I now have time to do.
Summer is a wonderful thing.