This semester has been grueling. I'm taking four classes (against the advice of my advisor, who told me three per semester is the maximum they recommend), which should allow me to avoid summer semesters/summer tuition, yet keep me on track to graduate next May. The result: I am never without a textbook in my face (which has on occasion made crossing streets honk-filled adventures) or giant bags under my eyes. Yet I'm constantly reminded that I'm studying what I love, living in a great city, and having more (mis)adventures than I could've hoped for.
Life is good.
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