Dead Week

     Whooot, I want to write again!  For the first time in a long time, I woke up early this morning with multiple ideas tumbling through my brain of things I want to write.  Unfortunately, I'm in the middle of dead week and so I'm up to my eyeballs in finals.  No time to write now, but the feeling is sweet and I hadn't realized I missed it.

     It seems an odd statement given I am just finishing up a creative non fiction writing class.  I have loved this class and this teacher and these classmates.  Ending a semester is bittersweet for those tentative friendships that will most likely not last into the future without the structure of common homework goals, and joint efforts of figuring out the logistics of a syllabus/testing/teacher expectations of a particular class.  And trust me, no two classes/syllabus/testing/teacher expectations are the same.  It's a war zone out there folks.  Survival goes to the fittest, and often is hard won only with a group effort, which often consists of conversations starting with statements such as, "Where in Blackboard did you find that?", "I can't get this embedded in Digication, can you help me?", "What was that she said about our final group Global Issues project that's worth a million points? I can't make sense of my notes!"

     Before you know it, the frenzy of dead week comes and goes and then, silence.  And all those people and classrooms and dynamics are gone.  Never to return in exactly that same configuration again.  After four semesters, I get it.  And so this time around, I'm trying to enjoy the last moments with these people and these topics.  Beyond the madness of finals, I'm savoring it all.