That's Why I Keep Her Around

I'm OK with the semester ending. Really. It really stinks that all my friends are leaving, but I think it's good to get a change of pace and scenery and especially workload. I won't miss going to class and doing homework and dealing with angry people at Scroll. But there are a few things I'll miss, and one of them hit me this morning.

I fell asleep last night with Essentials in Comparative Politics open next to me on the bed, my laptop open and my fingers on the keyboard. The light was still on at 7:40 a.m. when LeaDawn came and poked me.

"Um, Bre? I think you have a class in 20 minutes," she laughed. I jumped out of bed, pulled on some jeans and a sweatshirt and grabbed my backpack. I groggily said goodbye to LeaDawn, who was in the bathroom — I hadn't been in there yet. I was almost out the door when LeaDawn came and got me with one last thought.

"Hey, Bre? I know you're not getting ready before your class, but — you still might want to take out your retainer."

That's why I love LeaDawn.

Five semesters in a row is way too much

Today is a sad day.
A few hours ago, I sent my last page as Scroll editor in chief to press. I almost shed a tear. Almost.

But honestly, I felt tired. Not just I-didn't-get-enough-sleep-last-night tired or I-just-ran-three-miles tired, but I-feel-like-I-just-got-hit-by-a-truck tired.

Then I realized why — I'm finishing my fifth semester straight! Let's do some math: That's one semester more than any of my siblings attended Ricks College. I've taken 63 credits — I'm a junior in college. I only have three semesters left. I've helped put out, like, a hundred Scrolls. I've probably attended roughly 75 FHEs — many of which were excruciating (I had FHE brothers who collected guns and machetes and were completely obsessed with World of Warcraft — and they tried to ask me and LeaDawn out. We were horrified). Dozens of devotionals. Dozens of FA 100 events. Five semesters of Rexburg Housing approved apartments. Five semesters of I-Everything. Five semesters of recreational sports and the Spirit of Ricks. Five semesters of marriage-hungry RMs and Wednesday night country dancing. I'm barely TWENTY! And I wondered why I felt tired.

I-Can't take it anymore. Summer break, here I come.