As I check things off my "to do" list, I am trying to mentally prepare myself for next semester. My final semester. The last classes of my college career. *Gasp* How surreal!
Like dinos coming to life and drawing graffiti everywhere!
Or a raging peanut vampire sucking the peanut butter out of everyone!
But mostly, I just want to get through my finals, tucking (knock on wood) another semester's worth of A's into my back pocket.
This semester I have, written plays about chickens and short stories about teachers, acted in shows about vampires and directing scenes about wars and broken hearts, read book after book about the American West, created artwork with new mediums, learned to be a drama facilitator and effective leader, and made hats, nightgowns, chemises, gowns, and more in costuming. I've sat in on meetings upon meetings, taking notes and adding input. I've gone to ballets and recitals of both music and readings. I was selected as an Outstanding Senior in the English Dept and won second place in a creative writing competition with a piece written in high school. I was published in the campus literary magazine and went to the movies by myself a few times. I cooked real food and even wore real adult clothes. I'm sure I did more than just this, because it seems like a short list. But here's the hat I made.
From scratch, I'll have you know.
Cheers.
