mid-afternoon musings

My days at Redeemer are numbered. I sit at home with my feet in the sun and tap away at the keys as my 6,000 word paper slowly reaches its mark, losing myself once again in Tolkien's Middle Earth with C. S. Lewis and Paul Ricoeur as guides. The sun is shining, my sister is practicing piano, the floor is home to books that don't fit on my shelf, groaning with the thought that there are more to come, my bed is covered in reams of notes, various essays, several books, and yet another acceptance letter to grad school. I am undecided, envious of those whose direction has been clearly marked. I am still waiting for the neon signs to tell me where I ought to go.

I distract myself from my work and studies with these thoughts, then am reminded that there is still a task at hand. Papers do not write themselves nor do exams. Only three. Nine days left. How do four years slip by so quickly?