It seems like just a few weeks ago, I was packing up my Christmas presents and heading back to campus for another spring semester. Now it's finals week and I really have no idea where this semester went...but to be completely honest, I'm not even mad.

Maybe it's just me, but this entire semester went by in a blur. We came back and syllabus week seemed to last maybe two days. From there, we went through snow storm after snow storm, and began going through the motions of just another semester. Classes were as mundane as always and that could easily be to blame for this crazy-fast semester.

We're also yet to experience warm weather for more than two days in a row. By now, we're typically in shorts and flip-flops every day, soaking up what little bits of sun we can in our hammocks in the quad. Instead, I'm still wearing a coat to class and getting some serious wind-blown hair. This is probably the reason why I'm yet to accept the fact that the semester's ending is literally just a few days away.

Usually I'd be upset about a semester ending so fast because to be completely honest, I love college. I love the independence and freedom that comes along with it, and I actually enjoy learning! However, this past semester was just so weird and honestly unenjoyable, making me perfectly content with the thought of packing up all my things and heading back home. Even if this feeling might fade a month or so in, I'm actually pretty excited to head back home.