...Or so it feels. The semester is over along with every academic thing inside of it. Now I'm footloose and fancy-free until April! Sort of. Now I'm really looking for work, but before we get into that, why not fill y'all in on the goings-on of these last couple of weeks.
First off, this picture is of all the ticketed events that I attended over the last four months. I didn't have anything better to illustrate the end of the semester, so that's what you're getting. Merry Christmas.
With the end of the semester came the end of my two-semester-long class of Human Anatomy and Physiology. I'll be sad to say goodbye to that class; these last two semesters have integrated it into my life so wholly. It will be strange to be taking classes in the Spring Semester and not have Anat. and Phys. What really made the class was the teacher, Bro. Shaw. In my opinion, he is one of the best teachers at the school; certainly one of the best I've had. He really made sure that you understood what was being discussed. He would do everything in his power to help the students out in his classes. It was more work for him, but it was okay because he loves the subject. You could tell, too. Sometimes I think he had too much fun in his classes. Something I really loved were his tests. It was the way he made them: I have laughed in every single one of his tests without exception. They were pretty darn great.
Anyway, I won't know my final grades until tomorrow, but I feel good about this semester-nothing lower than a B, I hope. There's something a lot different about the final weeks of this semester, and I owe it to someone special. Without her, I think I would be needing this guy on a daily basis. Amongst the wide variety of things that eat time and cause stress, I have been a lot more peaceful. It's a fascinating development.
Don't get greedy.
Now for my job woes.
