cleaning. grades. papers. love.

i am currently sleep-deprived, which apparently makes for a fair amount of creativity. i cleaned and sorted and cleaned out quite a lot of my belongings today, in preparation for packing to move back home next week. so far i have one duffel suitcase full of workout and winter clothes (except for my two favorite scarves). i also have a gianormous bag full of paper due for recycling -- mostly notes and petty little assignments that i've kept these last two years for whatever reason. i've reduced my collection to papers, exams, and notes i can still decipher. what does this have to do with going to france? well, i've realized how much stuff i own that is just sheer junk (another man's treasure?), and i'm tired of having it around. while the process might take a good portion of the summer, it is definitely rejuvenating, giving me a fresh start! on to more pertinent issues.

next week is finals, which will essentially make my college career! because next year's classes in France will be mostly GE's and electives, my major GPA will probably not see much effect... which means if i bump it from a 3.72 to a 3.75+, i will qualify for the senior honors program! this would be a big deal for me because a) i love the faculty here, and b) grad school preparation/experience. i'm just so glad that the classes i'll take in france don't have to apply to my major, as they can apply to other requirements i have yet to fulfill. however, if there are french linguistics courses that interest the hell out of me, then i may just have to take them :)

as for the relationship side of things, le boyfriend has been quite busy and therefore tired the last couple days, which is a bit inconvenient. however, he is human and has his life going for him right now, so i understand why he is so. i'm seriously looking forward to this weekend. yesterday it dawned on me (in the middle of trying to compose my last ever mmw paper) that this will be our last weekend together for over a year unless he comes to phillip and rachel's wedding. i am lobbying for the latter option. nevertheless, this will be the last real chunk quality time we have (except for when i have to study for my french final). while this makes me want to cry and be miserable, i am determined to not let that destroy the time we will have. i'll do the sad and miserable after i've gone home, when it won't interfere with our spending of time together. boy do i love him. it's remarkable how love grows with time. it's like it invents its own capacity to expand beyond our expectations. i would be cliché and say that i love him more every day, but i think what's really going on is that i learn more about the love i have for him, and as i learn more of him, the love expands along with that and gives me more to discover. what an adventure!