While I sit here in my frigid apartment, saran wrap covering my windows, I dream of better times ahead: Disney World in May 2009. Seriously folks, we're only talking about six months from now; we're talking about after this set of finals, after my junior recital with my flatmate, and directly after my second (and second to last... EVER... in my undergrad career) set of finals. [Side note: my mother dropped out of college after two years, my dad finished an undergrad and now has a high-paying job... why do I so feel the need to go to grad school? Probably the same reasons I am becoming a teacher: I'm afraid to leave school and youth. Also accounts for the obsession with the World... hmm, maybe this wasn't such a side note after all.]
Only Hall of Presidents will be closed on our May trip. (Which is really too bad because it's going to be SO COOL to see Barack Obama on that stage. ...I should really stop acting like his house isn't just 45 minutes from mine. I make the people of Chicago seem a little obsessive...)
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