This past week was hands down the best week of this year (and yes, I say that fully aware the year began only three months ago). I didn’t have to volunteer or work because the elementary kids were on spring break. I met with two of my favorite professors and felt like I finally achieved cool student-who-is-on-a-first-name-basis-with-her-professors status. The weather was beautiful enough for me to lie on the quad with my best friend. There was a used book sale (!!!) at Davis. I had free ice cream thanks to a Space Jam lovin’ friend. I’m back on social media as you could obviously tell from my torrent of posts. I finally ate at TOPO and had the most passionate conservation about race with my friends who I met by chance at convocation. I almost broke 100 when I went on bowling on Thursday night, which was followed by the ever so delicious Cook Out and a sleepover with the best girls that I know. And last but not least, I saw Sylvan Esso live. I jammed out with a pizza slice in one hand that I finally got after an hour of waiting in line. All in all, the week was great.
But I am not looking forward to the upcoming few weeks. Just thinking about it leaves me paralyzed with anxiety, stress, and worries. All I want to do is close my laptop, turn off my phone, and burrow under the covers until I get to go home.
Even writing this post is difficult because I cannot stop thinking about what I should be doing right now so I don’t fall behind. Or rather what I should be doing so I can catch up.
However, I took the time to write these words down so I could reflect and bask in the awesomeness that I experienced this past week. In the hopes that a few minutes of reminiscing would relieve the nightmare that I’m about to face…
I can already hear my mother telling me in her accented English, “You can do it!”
Thanks mom. I’ll do just that.
P.S. Kudos to you if the song “Wake Me Up When September Ends” started playing in your head when you read the title. Green Day would be proud.