Oh, Spring Semester! Your end will not mean you are missed. You have been dreadfully long, exhausting, and stressful. You have taken much of my time, energy and sanity.
Classes were hard and work seemed endless. I wasn't sure if I would make it out alive. It seemed like this time, the end would ever come to me. Stress got the best of me more times than I can count, and I considered just dropping out. It seems like professors all got together and assigned the most work in the last month of the semester than in the rest of the semester combined. You took my Netflix time, and my precious time I could have spent sleeping, and replaced it with the sight of huge piles of books. The library should have dedicated a plot of space to me, because there were times when I didn't see the light of day for hours on end. And I know I'm not the only one, I know I'm not alone in these feelings. Every time I was there, I would see a similar group of half zombie/half students, all in the same boat as I was: either reading or writing so much their eyes could bleed, sleeping on the floor in the library, stress crying to no one in particular, or some sick combination of all of the above.
And on top of being emotionally and physically drained after spending hours staring at a computer screen, finishing endless amounts of work, my bank account and relationships also suffered on your behalf. My eyes widen with fear every time I watch my bank account go down as I stress buy and eat my feelings away. If you listen closely, you can hear the sounds of me and my bank account crying internally at our depleting state of wellbeing. And to top off all this stress, you made me snap at my friends and family, and walk a very thin line between sanity and extreme annoyance on the daily. I had no time to see anyone or make plans to do anything else, because I would be too stressed about the things I was leaving behind unfinished in the meantime.
Spring semester, you have been tough, but I am tougher! The time has finally come where things start winding down and the countdown to going home has fallen below 20 days. The mounds of work complete are getting smaller, and people are spending more time outside finally getting to see the light of day. You may have been brutal, but the end is coming, and you have not defeated me completely. I am still left with a small shred of dignity and integrity, and I can still stand with my head held high. There's a few more assignments to worry about and some finals to study for, and just a few more things to do before the summer starts. The time has come to put this semester to rest, and allows ourselves to rest too. I know this semester was tough, and is possibly still tough. But the end is in sight, and we can pull through it to defeat spring semester 2017 for good!
So I leave with this: Goodbye second semester, you have been tough, and you have challenged me greatly. But I have come out on top, you haven't defeated me. I will not miss you, oh, spring semester!
