So the semester’s almost over and I am filled with a mixture of relief and stress. Relief from the thought that it is almost over, but stress from the fact that a semester of slacking off means buckling down like crazy here at the end.

Academically, this hasn’t been too different from other semesters, yet I’ve felt a little more out of it. I’ve never been a good student, but I blew some things this semester and will now be taking one class for the third time next spring.

This whole past year has been up and down. Opportunities have been seized while others were blown, some of which I know were not my fault, but I always tend to look back and wonder how things would be had I done things differently. No regrets, though, because the situations that we find to be the hardest make us who we are. How we handle them shapes our personalities. From the decision to go to Greece to the loss of my last remaining grandparent it has been very up and down.

Tonight was the last Regina meeting of the year, and while I wasn’t expecting much from it I found myself showered with gifts and hugs because my term as an ‘active’ beau is now over. It wasn’t until I got back to the apartment and started looking through the gift bags and the reading the cards that I realized that I’m really going to miss it all next year. The love and support of the 40+ girls in the club has been an amazing blessing to me this year.

I can’t wait to be done. I’m ready to be finished with intersession and for Daniel Lee’s wedding to be here and then I can be home for the summer. It will be nice to spend time with my friends and my cousins. And then, come September, the shores of the Aegean will be my home until December. It’s a very welcoming thought.

That’s all I really have for tonight.