It's a marvelous experience to come to the end of a semester, and to feel the thrill of a soon-to-come break, as well as reflect upon the efforts of the last few months. This isn't a guiltless time, because inevitably there are projects that could have been done better and time that could have been spent more wisely. Often it seems as if all the time were spent in preparation, and now, drawing to the end, there are still more preparations, and very few climaxes with satisfying closing resolutions.
Life experiences often amount simply to a preparation for the next stage, the next step, the next thing coming.
This week marks a closing, a beginning, and a segue into the next thing coming. As one semester ends, and classes dissipate, it's a strange stage at which to consider all that has been accomplished, and all that has yet to be done. For my University this week marks the last week of the semester, the ever so famous 'finals week', which is the moment in the year with both the most and the least amount of time to relax. The rhythm that has been rehearsed for the past few months is startlingly disrupted, regular class times aren't attended but a summation is required.
When it's all over, a short respite begins.
It's a cycle of beginnings and finales. The beginning of a day, a week, a semester, a year, and the finale of each successive event as it comes to its close.
Watching the Door (2008)
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