It’s overwhelming to me, but the semester officially ends in under two weeks, and I have no idea how it went by so quickly or why it feels like I was just moving into my snug dorm room a few weeks ago. Right now, I’m procrasti—studying for my finals and, of course, supplementing this with Netflix, four-hour naps (they might be considered a full night’s sleep at this point), and homemade lasagna that my mom sent with me when I came back from Thanksgiving break. Needless to say, I am overly excited to go back home, to see my family, and to begin hibernation until next semester.
I say this now, and I’ll probably either completely “forget” about it or justify not doing it, but I want to try and do some preparatory studying during break for next semester’s classes: for Spanish, chemistry, and botany (I’m really looking forward to this one). Spanish is obvious. I don’t want to go an entire month without practicing, and though it will be difficult to practice since I don’t know any Spanish speakers at home, I can still watch movies in Spanish, listen to music, learn new vocabulary and (hopefully) grammar, and review what I’ve already learned. Chemistry is simply necessary. I kind of like it, and I kind of really hate it. I’m not sure how to study for my botany class; I suppose I could go over my notes from high school biology, but will that help much? Probably not.
Mostly, I’m excited to go home and stay there for a lengthy period of time. A handful of times this semester, my roommates and I drove home (we all live in Broken Arrow), and we experienced a sort of inexplicable feeling of not belonging and being out of place once we arrived. I spent about two months in Norman when school began before I first went home, and I remember that my own house — even my bedroom and my bed — felt so foreign to me that I wasn’t comfortable the entire 42 hours I was there. And that’s the other thing: We would normally arrive home at about 6:00 P.M. on Friday, and because of club meetings or work, we had to drive back at noon on Sunday, which left no time to settle in, and I began to resent going home. It was a quick cycle of packing, driving several hours, unpacking, staying for what felt like less than a day, repacking, driving back to Norman, unpacking, and continuing school work. My roommate Emily agreed with me that our cozy dorm in Norman felt more comfortable and “homey” to us than our houses and that we often longed to be back at OU during our weekends at home.
Aside from everything else, I’m hoping that next semester will be a time to further improve my time-management skills as well as my self-discipline when it comes to getting enough sleep and participating in activities other than eating and sleeping. I hope that I’ll continue to make positive self-changes, to grow intellectually and emotionally, and to get the most out of my time here. If this semester has emphasized anything, it’s that my time in college will pass by no matter how I choose to spend it, so I want to enjoy every friendship, experience, and growth opportunity that I have.