It’s unofficially official: I’m graduating in May. I’ve officially applied for graduation, and my degree progress has been officially approved by my adviser. Now it’s on its way to the heads and chairs and all those important people that I’ll never see.
This semester is tough. Next semester will be tougher; of that I have no doubt. But while I’m both dreading it and looking forward to it, it sort of hit me that I am constantly amazed by what I am able to pull off in terms of literary miracles. Now, I say “I” in a tongue-in-cheek sort of way. I know that, while my fingers are the ones that dance over the keyboard (particularly the backspace key), I am quite certain that I really can’t take all the credit for these so-called literary miracles.
Because, really, there have been a lot of them.
Lyrical Fool 