the house is killing me

back in january, i was anticipating for this day to come: the day when all requirements and nerve wracking term papers would all be over. in my head, i was lining up the things i would do in preparation for april. i remember how i would feel that the days were crawling ever so slow, while i was so hyped and agitated to reach the end. i felt frustrations and disappointments again and again, and a tinge of anger at times when the tensions got so overwhelming. but at the end of it all, as my school year draws to a close, i suddenly feel this bittersweet longing to go back and start all over again. oddly enough, i already miss it even though i'm not yet gone.