Free at Last

It's weird, being done this early in finals season. The first final at Yale was Tuesday, and I was done on Friday.

Now I'm packing up my things, rendering the room the blank slate it was when I moved here last august. I'm a little sad to see the walls so bare, and to see my things in disarray, but on the other hand, it only signals the greatness to come: dead week and then the summer.

It's been a good year. My grades were higher, I've done more, and I've really made some solid friendships (or solidified existing ones) that I know I'll keep for a long, long time. I've discovered the hidden value of free time (only realized when you haven't any), and I realized my loves in life included romance languages and their literature. I've been to concerts and explored New Haven, and I've really taken control of my circumstances. It's been a very good year.

And now I'm taking some quality relaxation time, and just getting my stuff together so that dead week will be amazing.