Transitions

Classes are finally winding down for the semester. And by winding down I mean intensifying for the last couple weeks. A good analogy for it would be if you were driving a car, and you saw that up ahead there was a steel wall--so you put the gas pedal to the floor to see how fast you can go before you crash. I never understood the concept of structuring courses like this. Make the first month or so real lax and then increase the amount of work until you hit a fever pitch with the final. It's certainly not a psychologically healthy way of doing things, and certainly not how things operate in the workplace.

I'm still dealing with my pride. Money is tight and I'm asking my parents to help me out, and every time I'm hesitant about asking for it and feel guilty about it afterwards. What I can't quite pin down is whether I feel this way about it because I feel indebted to my parents, or because it makes me feel dependent on them--like I can't make it on my own. /end_thought

And I'm just so anxious for June. A new apartment... a new set-up... no class... Primarily will be the fact that Khasa and I will be really living together; not only sharing an apartment, but a bedroom. We're even doing mattress shopping right now since my full-size bed has seen better days. It's just kind of surreal. I mean, we've been dating for six months now, and sharing a bed for almost as long--either sharing my full-size or her twin in the dorms--but there is something uniquely different when it's not my bedroom or her bedroom, but our bedroom. It feels very much like another step towards a life together; a change to something that I have only imagined before but now have the courage and a willing partner to experience it with.