by Sandra

I always hate this time of the semester. No, actually, I love this part of the semester—the home stretch—because it’s the time where everyone in class gels with each other and there’s a real sense of camaraderie and trust, of giddiness, almost. And then comes the part I hate, when it’s all over, and the semester ends, and I’m usually at a point where I don’t quite know classmates well enough to continue the thread of communication outside of class, and suddenly everyone is gone. And that’s sad. Because next semester everything starts all over again…sad…