It’s been quite the semester. B term is the chill term, literally and figuratively. This is the period of brief snow flurries that don’t last more than a day and classes that never seem to end. Yeah, thanks Thanksgiving. Now that it’s almost time to pack up and hope we don’t forget our toothbrushes when the dorms close (noon on Friday, you’re welcome), I dare say it’s also time to reflect on our journey so far. You and I have gone through so much together, from The Great Bat Adventure to The Terrible Tragedy of Lefties (titles changed for dramatic effect).

In the past week, I’ve tacked on a few more wild exploits. Most notably, I went roller skating for only the second time in my life (but still managed to stay upright the whole time, thank you skating lessons) with the wonderful Class Board of 2019 (shameless plug: we’re super cool). I celebrated my roommate’s birthday with a trip to the Hangover Pub, the famous bacon restaurant in sketchy downtown Worcester. Ironically, just the day before, my English class walked right past this place while discussing the Worcester authors who lived nearby. (This is a lie. We were cold and didn’t pay attention except to nod our heads and say “uh huh” whenever the Professor, bless his soul, tried to point something out. I’m sorry, it was really cold and Worcester can be very distracting.)

So here we are. Tired, ready to go home and dying to relax. The holiday season is here but it hasn’t quite sunk in, we’ve been so busy. Grab your mug of hot cocoa and a warm blanket. Sit your buttocks down on a nice, comfy couch. This is what we’ve been waiting for. Maybe we’ll read a movie or watch a book. Maybe we’ll dip our milk in our cookies. Maybe we’ll mistake our catches. Who knows what vacation may bring?

In case you missed it, funny, I am. Excited for Rogue One, I am. Nerd, I am. May all the hot chocolate and candy canes in the world bring you, your family, and your friends, good cheer.