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Two more semesters to go. I’m not really counting, just noting. I’m afraid. Two more semesters, then what?
I should be looking into PhDs now. I haven’t started doing so.

Sometimes it feels as though I am standing still and everything is moving around me and I am just watching: not waiting, not interested, not uninterested, just observing. I feel removed from everyone and everything. This happens only an instant then I am toss back into things again.

The fall semester was good. My grade for my 20th Century Novel class was perfect and almost perfect in my Manifestos class; I did learn a lot from two professors who, though, opposite in their teaching approach, were both amazing.

It fascinates me how things keep moving. How right now it feels as though it were only two seconds ago when I was stressing about my final papers; when I was eager to find out what my grades were.

Now, here I am looking forward to the spring semester, my penultimate semester; curious as to what it shall bring. At the same time, I wonder if and how it’ll come to pass; where would I be in the future when I reflect on what will then be a past but now unknown.
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J. A. Odartey