Thanksgiving and then...

I always seem to get leveled out when I go home for breaks, especially when I get to see pretty much everyone who I grew up around. When I got to High Point and unloaded into my old room, I made eye-contact with a stack of my childhood pictures. While I was looking through them I realized that I had completely forgotten about who I was before I came to college. It's weird how that happens and I don't know if you can even relate, but reguardless, it was nice to ponder on.

I'm not going to give a play-by-play description on how my break went, but I got to see all of my family and all of my friends. It was exactly what I needed before I face what will possibly be the most difficult week of my life to date. I'm not really worried about next week's exams, but tomorrow starts off what I have come to know as "Hell Week". Hell Week happens twice a year at the end of each semester, and I may have mentioned it in previous journals, but if not, here we go again. This is the week that all of the semester long projects are due. This is the week that the jerk professors try to fit just ONE more test in before exams. This is the week where work is "short handed" and can't let anyone off early. Basically, if you're going to pull an all-nighter in college, it's most likely going to be within this week. My only problem is that I don't think I could pull an all nighter and survive, not anymore that is. I remember those days when I was full of energy and could stay up all night and be fine the next day. I've actually stayed up for a personal record of 42 hours once, but that was when I was young and vivacious (a full three years ago). Now... well, now I am old and groggy.

But I suppose my attitude is really all wrong going into this week. I know it will be challenging and I can't really complain. I mean honestly I could have worked on this stuff in advance if I wanted to, but I didn't. I made that personal choice and now I have to live with the consequences. I feel refreshed enough to take it though. Whenever I go home I become removed from the stereotypical "college boy" image and I start thinking like an actual adult. I think part of it is really just having things put into retrospect. Who I was then and who I am now, meeting under the same roof to make tougher decisions. It's good. I just wish I could hang on to that feeling a little longer, ya know? It seems so fleeting.

Enough talk. I'm jumping in. Peace and love.