The Beginning of the End...

What have I been up to on this first day of the final two weeks of the semester you ask? One word: daydreaming........to the extreme. My focus did not come back to school with me, and I took minimal notes in all of my classes today. Sadly, the notes I did manage to force out of my rebellious hand were random fragments of words usually meaning nothing to me. I downright gave up in physics this morning and you folks are lucky enough to read the resultant focus of my mind. The following was created at approximately 9:10 this morning:

As I sit here late, but physically present in this room,
I can't help but to feel smothered by feelings of doom.
Why you ask?
Physics is the impossible task.
I should be studying, listening, thinking, reading...
Oh, but such painful thoughts make me feel as though I'm bleeding.
He stands up there babbling about speed and waves and propagation.
I sit here and wonder about my strength of duration.
Densities, velocity, projections, power, and frequencies elude me,
He could calculate the acceleration of my waves of hatred for this subject, but the point I do not see.
Powerful, frequent waves of apathy are my raging storm,
No doubt the ensuing flood will chase me back to the dorm.
My mind is wandering,
but Lord knows I'm still pondering.
For those calculations, I do not care.
Can he tell me who in his right mind would write such a book? Would he dare?
What prize is there in pretending to calculate the powers of the universe?
Can we not simply marvel at the beauty of creation's perfection? Or would that be a curse?


......So if that doesn't scream lack of motivation, let me state my feelings in layman's terms: I am severely lacking in the motivation department!

But in the meantime, I have experienced and thoroughly enjoyed a few non-studying related events. Friday I found myself in Memorial Stadium in Lincoln, NE for the 297th consecutive sellout to watch the Huskers gloriously defeat Colorado. In the words of my die-hard Husker father, "Revenge is sweet!" It was an incredibly enjoyable date with my dad made all the more sweeter by a 57-yard game saving field goal in the last two minutes of the game. Perhaps a sign of the soon to return glory days for the Huskers and the red-clan faithful fans?

I spent my last day at home decorating for Christmas. I managed to get myself in charge of putting up the tree and making it absolutely exquisite. My brothers and dad were content to watch me labor over the project as they screamed nonsense at the football players on TV. My mom made "helpful" comments from time to time as she went on an absurd cleaning spree, all the while hating on my piano (no words) Christmas music. We have this thing at my house where we color-coordinate our Christmas tree. This year I used teal and blue lights that are currently two hours away sparkling off of white garland and silver and blue and white bulbs and crystal icicles. Not to brag or anything, but it looks particularly lovely! :)

And yesterday I came back to school early and preceded to spend the majority of my afternoon and evening serving as an ambassador for the Vespers ceremony. The ceremony was beautifully carried out, well worth my time in attendance. I believe this was a common consensus as both shows were fully booked with reservations. Unfortunately, as an ambassador, I found myself in charge of checking people in at the doors. It served to be quite the stressful task as paper reservations are not nearly as reliable as tickets. Let's just say I let quite a few stragglers in. But hey, who really has the heart to turn down Christmas spirit hopefuls? The performance was worth the effort a few of those folks had to make in standing to view it.

Enough rambling however. It is crunch time, and my daydreaming this morning did me no good in the catch-up department. I have 7 tests to be preparing for in these next 12 days. Bring on the exhaustion.......