Another semester starts and more headaches to come.  It still kills me that this is my last semester in college for good!  I can't believe that 4 years went by so quickly.  It's been a wonderful run and this semester better not be any different.  You may ask what is Christine going to do after college?  Thats a great question which has no answer, sorry.  My days are to be filled with FedEx for the rest of my life probably.  Not that I can't complain, it's an okay job, just not a job or the rest of my life.  Anyway, time to get things started for the last semester of my college career.  Have a good day!!!

I think listening to Christmas music should be a full-time job after college.  I've done that so well all week.  I feel I should be freaking out since I have not started any of papers or any of my studying.  I have my first final in 14 hours and I have not opened my book or looked at anything.  I just want this semester to be over with and go home, lay in bed or go out with friends.  Or even writing in this journal, since it's hindering me from studying too.  I will miss some people from class and it makes me sad.  Next semester should be good though.  Although, there is the daunting fact that I will be graduating.  Parts of me want to gradate and parts of me don't want to graduate.  Things just need to fall into place to make me feel better right now.  I defintely have the plans of a lifetime to deal with.  Something that will not happen for a very long time is my longing for Europe again.  I feel I was the happiest I've ever been when I was in Paris and Italy.  Even though schoolwork was going on, it was the time of my life.  To leave on a good note, everyone go and see Hapy Feet (great movie).

I'm making today: Amateur Poetry Day

Rainy Day
The large multicolored tree sits in the rain
thankful for the drink to dull the pain
unsure of what color to show
the different colored leaves fall below
watching all the wet people walk by
its only wish is to see the sun in the sky
to feel the warmth of its rays on its leaves
or even to hear the buzzing of bees
many arms extend towards the sun
only disappointed that rain has won

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A student sits with an unhappy face
while a professor teaches with a quick pace
trying to write every single word down
the once a small smile turns to a frown
questions start to run inside their head
oh why didn't I just stay in bed

It sits and lays motionless everyday
wondering when its debt will be paid
with every use its feels more lost
as writing your words has its cost
sometimes you write way too fast
knowing one day will be its last

Why do we still teach about old men?
when their good days have already been
thinking they shaped our world today
and gave a reason for our way
we should leave them in the past
as their time just did not last

Time for myself