There are 13 Weeks until check-in day. Now that breaks down to 95 days. It's seems like a lot. It isn't really. This coming week starting on Monday is week 12. Then the next is week 11- finals week. Then there's week 10, which isn't really significant at all, but after that is yes that's right: week 9. Which now that I type that seems friggen stupid because week 9 is just as insignificant as week 10... Uh, moving on... My point is that weeks go fast. Whether you have stuff to do or not. The weeks will blow by this summer, especially with the two summer classes I have to take that ate accelerated 4 week classes. Those always fly by. So when that's finished, I will have about 2 weeks to pack, say my goodbyes to friends, get the car ready, and rest before leaving on the 3rd of August with my parents to drive to Florida. I'm reminded in a small way of Ferris Bueller's famous line, though it doesn't inspire me to take a friend's father's very expensive restored convertible out, it just makes me nervous.
