Do you see those small branches? They've had a rough winter. They've been haggard by the wind and weighed down by the snow, yet somehow they survived. I feel a lot like those little branches these days--beaten and worn. But budding inside of me is the smallest flicker of hope. I think I might live to tell about Spring Semester 2011. It has been by far the most intense, exhausting, overwhelming, and frustrating time of my life. Yeah, I'm sure one day I'll look back at Penn and thank them for kicking me down so that I could figure out how to rise up, but for now I'm glad I'm still breathing. And glad that my manuscript is almost complete. Glad that in a few weeks time I don't have to get up to an annoying 5:15am alarm clock. Glad that in August I'll have a degree.
Thank goodness for Spring!
