I’ve reached the halfway point with my meal swipes—I’ve got 50 left. For the first time since day one of the quarter, I’m sitting in stats lecture. I had gone to the RPAC for coffee and a bagel before class—there went my 51st swipe—and now I’m just sitting around waiting for class to start. I’m only here because we have our second midterm on Wednesday, and this is the last lecture before then. I’ve got cramming to do.

I didn’t do any homework at all over the weekend. Instead, I spent the time with friends partaking in randomness. With only a few weeks left in the quarter, I can’t imagine doing anything else with my time. I’ll do fine in my classes, but I don’t want to regret not spending this time with the people who’ve changed my life.

I’m looking forward to next year so much. Most of my friends will be living off campus, and even though I won’t be anywhere near them, I’m really hoping we hang out all the time. My scheduling is done for autumn, and I’ve got only 14 credit hours—three classes. I’m anticipating my extracurriculars to catch up with me, though; I’m going to have to be committed to Fisher Ink and JUROS, the journal of undergraduate research. So that’s why I’ve allotted time for that.

I’ve got an accounting internship this summer. I start the Monday I get back. I don’t even know what accounting really is yet, so I don’t know what I’m going to be able to do. Honestly, I don’t really think accounting is for me. But I guess I won’t know until I try. I’m doing the honors accounting program next year, so I’m really glad that I’m going to have experience before I start with that. And I’ll even get a head start on finding out if this is really where I belong. Most people I know think I’m much more suited for an English major. I never argue with them.