There is a balmy breeze blowing through my window, the sun is shining in full splendor, and the trees are draped in shades of green. A tranquil paradise.

Now pan the camera into my room, in particular my desk - computer stuff swimming in a sea of books, papers, and a random objects thrown there during my morning rushes out the door. Obviously anything but :) Ah, the life of a student.

Which will be over in 11 days (11?!). Two years whittled down to the final standoff between me and faculty whims. Or if you really want to be accurate, two + four + twelve + one-ish (preschool/kindergarten in China, or something like that). I'll be 25 in November. Holy moly. I've spent almost 20 out of 24.5 years in school. How's that for some perspective on these last few days?

Actually now I'm curious, and need to ask my parents what kind of school and how long I attended that before coming to the States, because I really only have foggy memories of wearing poofy little dresses and maryjanes (and funny makeup my aunts put on me, as old photos document), waving ribbons around in dances, and writing annoying characters. And doing the eye health-maintenance routines. Guess it shows how much I learned, eh? ;)

And my brother is starting high school in the fall. I feel old and young at the same time. Mostly young though :)

But yes, back to the topic at hand - class of 09 graduates in 11 days!