It's finals time. I only have one paper and one test between me and the end of my junior year of college. A little crazy, isn't it?
Even crazier is what I was doing finals time last semester- staying up around the clock finishing papers for Dr. Fowler, my wonderful professor around the world, whose affinity for tight denim shorts never stopped burning my eyes.
It's hard to believe that it has already been near five months since I landed back in the States.
As I write papers around the clock once more I cant help but yearn for my old view.
The work may have taken longer, but that kind of beauty must resonate in writing- even school writing.
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