Spring Break seems to have done something strange to the space-time continuum. It's as if the semester was on a roller coaster slowly clicking up a hill until one week ago, and once I got back to campus it was all downhill from there.
I have other assignments, sure, but Capstone inevitably weighs heaviest on my mind. I got my Commencement tickets yesterday. My mom is talking about buying a dress to wear to the ceremony. It's all become very real.
And, I am reminded time and again, "Poems are never finished--only abandoned."