The light at the end of the hallway

Every time I sit down to write a post, I think to myself, “what did I do this week?” And this week, I almost drew a total blank. (Minus the awesome concert I went to with my best friends on Friday night.)
You know why this week has been “blank.” The answer is really easy: SCHOOL.
This week has been dominated by my academic life: I know, after I the fun I’ve been having, I might as well have a week from Hades. Karma sucks. But seriously, I’ve been swamped with all the work I’ve been doing in my classes. I love school, don’t get me wrong, but its weeks like this that push me to the limit. In the last 10 days, I’ve written 30 pages worth of papers. (That’s in 4 assignments!) I’ve almost finished my second novel in the last two weeks as well.
I really couldn’t have gotten through this week with my awesome residents, staff and professors. I know it may seem lame, but the people I live and work with have been such a resource to me. I get such a kick out of them and they remind me of why I love living on campus. Even in these really dark weeks, I see the light at the end of the tunnel (or hallway). From encouraging words, to late night runs to Wal-Mart and McDonalds for a caffeine fix at 2 in the morning, I can look to my building as a great crutch to help me.
My professors are real people! Granted, I’ve known this for a while, but my professors always surprise me. I needed help this week, and they were there for me. I tend to think of myself as a good student, but every once in a while I need help and want to bang my head against a wall. My English professors have been great this week and have helped me so much.
Let’s hope next week gets better. (It probably will, I’m kicking off the weekend with a massive trip to the Fritzler Corn Maize!!)