Semester’s end

I sit and listen to performance poetry tonight. The apartment is lonely. Not that that’s a bad thing at all. The silence is more beautiful than the clamor, sometimes.

The sudden passage of time has struck me. In one of my classes, I’ll only have ten more sessions. Ten. Isn’t that weird? I’m not really sure what to do with that. I mean, it’s felt like this semester has going on forever. Still, I didn’t expect midterm to come so quickly.

I’m only a little behind on work. This weekend’ll be important. Lots of projects to do. But it’s OK. I’ll have fall break to do a lot of catching up; at least, when I’m not at work. Going to work as many hours as I can get next week so that I have the freedom to just not come in when these major projects come due. My supervisor is quite chill about how I’m scheduled, as long as I keep track of it.

In any case, everything is moving fast. Ten.

~ by dsubsilentio on October 14, 2009.