End of The Semester

My first college semester is almost over. It flew by so fucking fast. It's so weird to think that I'm 1/8th of the way done with college. That's 12.5% completed. That feels huge compared to the amount of work I have done. If I have to do the same amount of work seven more times, I'm totally okay with that. Not to discredit how much work I've put into school, I'm just kind of surprised. Maybe it feels way less because I actually enjoy the content. I can't think of many high school classes that I looked forward to the next class. It was a twenty-four hour break until you go back, at most forty-eight hours. That doesn't give you much room to look forward to. In college you have a whole week, or atleast I do here. I look forward to almost every single class. Some of my professors are so fucking cool. I remember over quarantine, to finish out the 2020 year, we had one class a day for thirty minutes. I thought it was the easiest thing ever. Wake up five minutes before class, go to class, eat some food, play twelve hours of Minecraft with Ben and then fall asleep. It was perfect. Now, my life has become waking up twenty minutes before class, going to class, eating some food, playing Minecraft by myself, and then going to sleep. I feel like I'm fifteen again. Wow. That's an old person thing to say. I'm not old. Finals aren't stressing me out for some reason. Tomorrow is my last Tuesday class. I'm gonna miss it a lot. I love my professor. I know this post is pretty short. Sorry. Not really. I feel like my body needs some rest. My mind is on Tuesday, but my body is still on last Friday. So I'm gonna get some rest, eat some food and hopefully I will be back Wednesday! Happy Monday!