Picked up the pieces before they flew away

It is amazing how much gets done when you are trying to avoid doing your homework. My room is positively spotless! I just have to get a load of laundry in, and I can finally sit down and start working on that paper that is due tomorrow, *sigh*. 

On a good note, it was really getting warm for a while, so much so that the grass and flowers started growing in again. And then it started raining...for two days straight...going on day 3 now. I think perhaps we were all too optimistic. Still, every now and then the sun will peek through an open patch in the sky and brighten up the color of the world for a little bit. 

I have been busy, as can be seen with my lack of communication. I have papers due left and right, and on top of that I am stretched thin in terms of commitments. We have our annual spring jam coming up this friday, and I'm also involved in a couple of social justice protests at the moment, mostly in conjunction with what has been happening at our school. There is so much more to say about that, but I don't feel like going into detail on the world wide web. 

Last week, all the a cappella groups on this campus were invited to sing at an event put on by one of my friends. It was to celebrate the first woman of color to ever graduate Mount Holyoke. Barbara Smith, a noted author and a fellow graduate of MHC, came and gave us the most inspiring speech I think I have ever heard in my entire college life. I legitimately almost cried. Anyway, the event was a success, and I am now on the planning committee for next year's Hortense Parker Day. 

What else, let's see. We had a couple more jams, and a couple more events that I went to which inspired me and really made me think. And of course too much work and not enough time. 

I feel like this past year has really pushed me into a new territory in terms of finding my identity and maturity. It is weird to think of where I am now in respect to where I was starting my junior year. At this point, however, I can still say that I am ready to be done with school, and cannot wait to graduate next year. That being said, I feel that there is so much that I can now offer in terms of teaching other people the things that I personally have learned during my time here at school. So, in that regard, I feel like I can stick it out for one more year and do some good things before I leave. It's a strange feeling, to know this on an almost intrinsic level. I think so much has to do with me finally stepping up and taking multiple roles of authority this year, which I have done before, but not necessarily with a group of my peers. I've also perfected the art of the brush off, a.k.a. just not caring sometimes, which in a lot of ways is bad, but in some respects can be a very good thing. 

2 more weeks of classes. 4 more weeks of school. Next year is going to be insane. Oh, and to add to that, I am living in a new dorm next year that is literally 2 minutes walk from most of my classes. I am very excited. It is also very close to the library since we all know how non-conducive it can be to try and get work done in your dorm room...as she looks around her very organized and cleeeaaaan room. =)

It's been real.