I feel lately like I'm suffering from one of those fake ailments that people use to describe strange or transitory states of mind. I think I'm perhaps somewhere between "spring fever" and "senioritis" right now. Every time I think about school, it goes something like this:
"Well, tomorrow I have to leave by 9 to get to my 10 AM quartet rehearsal, which gets out at 12, and then I have to go to the post office and hopefully I'll have time to eat, and then I have orchestra and orchestra rep respectively from 2:10 until maybe 6:45 and then I'll be home by 7:45." That's a short day because I get home before 11. And I think about how maybe this summer it won't be like that because even though I'll have a job it probably won't consume 11 or more hours of every single day, and I feel so excited and happy. I get graduation stuff in the mail and I think about how glad I am that I won't have to sacrifice my freaking soul to this school anymore.