Oh, boy.

I finally got to register for spring classes today. Turns out I will taking some enlightening courses - ones which I'm excited about, yet weary to take because... well, because of all the work.

Truthfully, I've enjoyed being busy this semester. I've had the opportunity to do a few activities through UF but otherwise removed from it. I've had time enough to go home only once, but it made me truly appreciate that weekend. I have begun utilizing several professors' office hours, and maybe - just maybe - I'll have a shot at getting into grad school, if I so choose.

All in all, I consider myself a fortunate girl. This semester has been drastically different from my previous college experience, but I like it. Maybe I'm cut out to be productive after all.

Mr. Toad's Wild Ride

So here I am, sore from the sun and ridden with excitement over my upcoming adventure in Americaland when suddenly it occurs to me: I'm going to see big things.

Oh, that's not what I meant.

I am going to see many things, all of which I have never seen before. I am traveling to places of which I have never heard, meet people who will fade out of my life like coffee stains, smell things that I never even knew existed until their scent was carried to me on a summer breeze. I will walk on strange ground and sleep on even stranger beds. I will drive under the stars some nights and by my calculations be the only other person alive besides my dozing passenger and companion. I will breathe new air, I will behold new hues, I will wriggle my toes into foreign sands and watch as it gathers in tiny piles on my painted nails. I will feel the heat of the desert, the cold of the mountains; I will watch the sun set on the orange Pacific ocean and wonder if anyone has ever seen it quite like I did.

Nine hours to takeoff. It's going to be one hell of a ride.