I used to love March. It used to be so... mellow. Winter would let up its angry reign and purple flowers would begin to pop their heads out of the soil. It holds my birthday, a huge highlight consisting of Funfetti cake and family and friends. I even like the word "March-" such a galactic word with strong presence. If I remembered anything I learned last quarter from linguistics I'd try to sound smart but it's 1:48 AM, I don't care.
This March has been incredibly numb as I find myself trying to rebuild my world and navigate through finals without butchering my GPA. I do not feel like I have in the previous years. Maybe this is "growing up." I don't know. Maybe it's that microeconomics final on my birthday that's looming over my head or the number I want to call at 3 in the morning (but I can't). I am a much different person than who I was last year- sometimes I don't know if that's a good or a bad thing.
ANYWAY.
On a much more positive note- I have officially switched beverages at Starbucks. As the weather warms, the iced skinny vanilla latte shall will now have to quench my caffeine fix. It's just going to be too hot for my trusty Vanilla Chai (which will be something to look forward to when the leaves turn red and yellow). I also decided that I will really miss my British Literature II class as nothing soothes me more than poetry and tangent-based essays on nothing. Laugh all you want at my nerdiness, but it is true. I realize that I am probably going to end up alone with a bunch of cats and my future students will think I'm crazy.
I started going to the gym a few times a week to blow off some of this stress. I figure that since I pay thousands upon thousand of dollars to attend Drexel, that I should utilize the gym. I mean, come on. This is the most expensive gym membership of my life, I might as well use it. I will keep you updated. So far... I feel like I'm dying the entire time. Supposedly that's a good thing.
I present two photos of March:
Here we have my newest drink of choice. Notice the pen. I am so incredibly proud of this pen. I made it my personal goal to not lose it and use it everyday. It's probably the only pen I have ever drained the ink out of.
Don't judge me.
My heart. There are certain text books you can't wait to sell (you know...the books that you spent $130 on and you can only get $40 back?) I'm keeping these babies. I decided that on top of being a cat lady/crazy English teacher, I need to have an amazing library. Again, don't judge me. I don't even know what Drexel has transformed me into, I barely recognize myself these days.
Anyway. I need to study calculus tomorrow. Anyone want to trade lives?
-k
