Well the last two weeks have been a whirlwind. Between finishing my first summer class, starting my second and helping America blow out her birthday candles I barely know what day it is anymore. I spent four days at my family’s cabin up north over the Fourth and (gasp!) skipped the first (and probably last) class of my engineering student career to hang out with the family on Friday rather than making a four hour round trip down state and back up to attend my class on the fifth. My family was regaled for several hours with the details of my class-skipping anxiety, but I think they pulled through it okay and were happy to have me along for the boating, floating, sunning and beer-drinking fun.
I’m enjoying a scant four-day break between my first summer class and my second, which isn’t really enough time to do anything of substance besides clean my apartment, drink a few celebratory beers and slip a fresh notebook into my backpack before heading off to class again on Monday. I anxiously await and thoroughly enjoy the breaks I get between classes, but even my longest break, usually three weeks over Christmas and New Years, isn’t enough time to really sink my teeth into the other pursuits I dream of tackling.