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Summertime

I've been waiting to feel an urge to write an "I can't believe it's almost summer!" post, and here it is.  In my writing this week, I've been referring quite a bit to the papers I wrote last semester and it feels like I just wrote them.  The feeling of that term paper season is still so fresh.  It feels nothing like this one.  

In a few days I'll already be half finished with my masters degree here, and then onward.  I have never felt more certain that I want to keep going on this academic path, so there will be PhD applications in the future, and many, many more projects, papers, and books, praise the Lord.  


Tonight I am filled with excitement about everything this summer will bring.  I am so looking forward to time with my family and time at home in beautiful California.  I adore what I do here in school, but there's a very nice rhythm to an academic year that provides a lazy three months for reflection and regeneration.  It feels like getting away with highway robbery to be able to experience such a drastic life change for a quarter of the year.  

I'm looking forward to being outside a lot, concentrating quite a bit on food and learning more about it, reading texts that are a little more lighthearted, and spending a ton of time with my family.  And then I am already looking forward to the fall's fresh books and fresh classes.  I know I am taking a famous Dante class, a New Testament class, Kant's philosophy of religion, and then whatever in the English department is most irresistible.  No word yet on whether or not I'll be able to TA again, but I am praying for it.  

As I've been writing this post it has started pouring rain outside.  I can hear the drops hitting the newly regrown leaves on the trees and slapping the sidewalk.  I always love it when it rains.  It reminds me of my first few weeks here.  Winter was dry - some half-rainy days and fog, mist, and some snow, but none of the big booming storms and sheets of water we had in the summer and early fall.  I love the sound and feel of it, and especially the way it seems to tie up the ends of this magical first year.  

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