the weak of dread

So, the week of dread is hear again: finals week. Unlike last semester this year the studying and cramming, coffee drinking and stressful frustration is mostly taking place out doors. It's under trees like this one that I find myself excited to be inching toward finishing school, but reluctant to move on. It take a little of the edge off, spending time out doors in the books rather than cooped up in my room with books strewn across the floor.

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