The Beginning of the End

There are times in my life where I am so busy for such a long time that I start to get used to the feeling. Humans are nothing if not adaptable. ... At least some of us are anyway. The mad dash at the end of the school year rockets me into summer in a way that most of us can relate to. Just think back to the feeling you had at the end of your high school exams. Now, take that feeling and imagine what it would be like if the work was hard.

At the end of April I hit a wall lf relief and horror. Fear and paranoia descend and remind me of the real world outside of the University. It's scary.
Temporarily I am left without a purpose. So much of my time is devoted to composing during the year. The transition always feels very strange. I quickly become very restless. I worry that this because one day, there will be no more school to keep me busy. When that day will come, I'll never know.

My third wish came true last night. An exciting part of my life is coming to a close, and with it, my blog.

One wish left...

-Eliot Britton