Spring Semester

Today was the first day of the spring semester. Today was also the last time I could say, "Today was the first day of the spring semester." because I'm graduating in December.


I was actually up all morning tossing and turning in bed before my alarm went off. I heard the ominous groan of thunder from time to time and cringed with each crack. Then I thought I heard the pelting of rain, but I must have imagined it. The wind was howling like a mad animal out there and I couldn't shut out the loud wailing. I closed my eyes and tried to drift back to snoozeland but my mind refused to comply.

The temperature this morning was 0'C and the wind was incredibly ghastly. It attacked from every angle. I wore jeans and my thickest jacket with cloth lining, and still shivered violently despite the scarf and gloves. The 10-minute walk to class felt like eternity. My ears hurt so bad from the stinging cold. My face... well, I couldn't feel my face.

I don't think this will be a warm week.


As I walked to my first class of the day, I was greeted by a strange yet familiar feeling. The endless chatter resonating from other students around me, the smell of hot chocolate and fresh cookies served at the entrance as a pleasant "Welcome Back!" gesture, the nervous smiles of students as they exchanged glances with strangers, the anticipation of a whole new semester.

I was certainly glad to be back in the Writing department. I hadn't set foot in there since April 2011 because I was busy taking Journalism classes in the Mass Comm building across campus. So, here I was, sitting in the same classroom with a different lecturer and a different set of classmates.

Sitting in class again was quite a nice refreshment from the lazy days I had over winter break. I mean, I miss bumming around without a purpose because that's what holidays are for, but I knew life had to go on. I miss being productive. As much as I dread deadlines and heavy writing/research assignments, I've always enjoyed the satisfaction of learning something new and seeing my hard work getting the credit it deserved.

Every semester is a new semester. But my goals stay the same throughout:

1. Finish with flying colors
2. Develop meaningful relationships with people
3. Make it count.

I'm excited about this semester. Also, I'm officially a senior! ;) Just one and a half years ago, I was a sophomore. So many things have happened in between.

Amazing how time flies, isn't it?