The Eleventh Hour.

I'm now in my eleventh hour of my fall 2006 semester here at Providence. I'm about to give up the ghost. Two papers. Two projects. Final Exams. All that remains. It's relieving. But also a bit sad. The end of something of is always a bit bitter sweet.

I had a meeting with my resident director this morning. We meet for an hour every week to discuss my RA role. We talked about seeing things in my dorm coming to fruition. That's how I feel about the coming semester. I want to see my work come to fruition. I want all that I have learned in this semester to create something wonderful next semester.

It's like planting that tiny little seed, and working so hard to nurture it, and then finally seeing it bloom.

I want my semester at Prov to bloom.