Why is the end of every semester so painful? It seems so ridiculous that everything ends up happening in the last week to two weeks. Madness! I just keep trying to get one thing at a time done, but I know that in reality, it doesn't work that way and that I have to just get a little bit done every day. Very frustrating. I think I'm just excited that my summer is almost here... and that I won't be attending summer school. I think it will be a nice break and hopefully I can determine whether or not this is all just a waste of time and money. Looking forward to riding bicycles, running dogs and... hopefully, doing some painting of my own.