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Dear Spring Semester of 2025,
Wow. I can’t believe it’s almost over.
I used to pray for times like this, but now I find myself feeling awfully nostalgic about lots of things. All the nights I realized I had an assignment due and only four minutes left to do it. All the tests I attempted to do good on.
I’ve realized that a lot of people on social media have my exact same thoughts about this semester: what happened academically can never happen again.
And I really sincerely mean that, because as I’m writing this I’m realizing that I have four days left to ensure that I keep my financial aid.
But that doesn’t matter at this very second. In fact, what matters is saying goodbye to a semester where I told myself I would lock in, only to do the absolute opposite of locking in.
I actually learned a lot from this semester. I learned that I am so much dumber than I already thought I was. I also learned that I have way more aura than I thought I did, so at least there’s that.
It feels like just yesterday I was dreading the start of a new semester, and look at me now.
Of course, I have to mention my professors. The good ones, and especially the bad ones. And because it is in my best interest to NOT reveal anyone’s names, I’m going to talk about them with the names that I use when I tell my friends about them.
I am NEVER AGAIN taking classes with the snake. Part of me wishes that I never took that class to begin with, but such is life. Did this professor piss me off enough for me to write a rate my professor review about them? Maybe. I guess we’ll find out after I get my final grade.
One thing that did piss me off about that professor was that they marked me absent for an entire week even though I know it in my heart that I went to class every single day that specific week. Did I miss other classes? Why, of course. I just know that I didn’t miss THAT many.
Then there’s the scary old man, who actually didn’t turn out to be that scary. He’s the type of guy that I want to have a beer with and learn about what he got up to in his late teens and early twenties, because I know he got up to some crazy shit. I think he liked me, but I really have no way of knowing.
There was also my completely online class that I forgot to do multiple weeks of assignments for. My bad, pimp.
The rest of my professors were ones I had already experienced, and having class with them made me like them more. The perks of going to a small school, and being in an even smaller department, is that I can’t escape anyone!
And of course, my classmates. I don’t have much to say about a majority of them. I did make some new friends after being put into a group project with them, and I’m happy about it. We’re the five unlikely friends, but I honestly think that’s kind of beautiful.
There were some that I hated, and rightfully so, because I think that’s just the type of person that I am.
I talked so much shit this semester about so many people. Some of those people I’ve never talked to in my life, but my hatred of them is justified.
I also contacted a long lost friend from freshman year, and got BLOCKED, which is really funny to me because the first thing I said to her after over a year of not talking was “truce?”
There was unfortunately no truce, but that was not my choice. I actually wanted a truce because I thought it would be funny, but those plans were ruined.
I did a lot of self reflection this semester, too. Am I really as evil as I make myself out to be?
The answer is yes, but not for the reasons you think. I don’t commit crime or spread fake rumors about people, I honestly just say it like it is. I did learn that I overthink a lot, but I have yet to figure out if the things I’m overthinking are actually true or not, and part of me still thinks it is true.
If it does turn out that I’m a little bit mean or evil, I think I can live with that.
The reason why I can live with that is because I’m loved by many and hated by few, and the few that do hate me are genuinely not real people.
Honestly, this post is really to provide some closure on the Spring 2025 semester.
This post is for all the times I said I would wake up early to do an assignment, only to not do it. This post is for all the times I waited for the time to say 00, then 05, 10, 15, and so on and so forth.
It’s for all the stupid and fun things I got up to. For the things that have never happened before, and will never happen again.
This post is made in hopes that I keep my financial aid for the next two years.
To my enemies: lol.
To flopdonia: see you next fall!
