Notes from the semester

Today, while tearing out and recycling pages of my biology notebook from this semester, I found these notes scribbled into the margins:

This morning, as the crisp, wintry air seeped through my tights and into my bones while I walked, it hit me that it is December once again. I marvel at how quickly time seems to have passed, but it seems this way every year: ungodly slow while you are in it, then torrential and rapid in retrospect.

I don't feel like I am living my life at the moment. It seems I am on academic autopilot and in a liberal arts incubator, sheltered from the real world. I am in for a rude awakening when this ends, yet I am still anxious to break free of it all.