Adios...

Well, with the exhausting completion of this week, the semester is over. Goodbye Fall 2008! It's hard. It seems that everyone around me is celebrating that it's over, and I can agree that I'm thrilled to be done with finals and everything, but it's hard. I have trouble letting go of good things, and this semester was a good thing.
The beginning of this semester killed me. It was just after the end of summer, and I had this freak out about the summer being over. I just loved everything about it so much. Always having a best friend around, working, doing whatever I wanted, CAFHE, midnight food runs, volleyball, pool pavillion evenings, breaking into rooms, and dance parties... I loved it. And all of a sudden I was in this apartment with four girls that seemed like they didn't even want me around, and they all knew each other... I was mourning. I missed everyone. I missed every single person that I worked with, some more than others, but it really messed me up. And so classes started, and I remember being glad that I was taking 18 credits and working like crazy because I wasn't thinking, and as long as I wasn't thinking I wasn't crying. Seriously all that I wanted to do every night was cry. I wanted to cry when I was at Hayley's. It was just hard.
And then everything started to come together. Actually, at first it was only Jeff. Jeff's reaching out that first day in chemistry really saved me. Becoming friends with Nate and Jeff saved me. I would have spent the entire semester lamenting the loss of summer, hating the changing leaves and the snow, but they were there, everyday. They became my friends... my life lines. They showed me that there were other friends out there awaiting me after the great ones I had previously had. It helps me to know that next semester there will also be new great friends to get to know. It doesn't mean that I have to let go of the old ones, but I gain new ones. If it weren't for Nate and Jeff, I would have hated chemistry. I'd hate having to do so much for it, and struggle, all by myself. I'd hate the labs and reviews. I probably just wouldn't have gone to anything, and I would have failed the class. I don't think that anyone quite understands how much I was praying at the beginning of the semester, and how strongly I feel that my Heavenly Father answered my prayers through them, through that first, "Hi, I'm Jeff. Jessica, this is Nate."
And then the semester continued to get better with the roommates. It stopped being these girls that didn't know or like me, to these girls that I just love to be around. I'm so sad that Sandi has to leave, because I've really come to liking her. Sandi is just crazy and vibrant, and so good to joke with. Becky is the nicest person I've ever met. I just love her. She's one of those genuinely good people that you don't hate for it. And Rebecca went from being the antisocial weird roommate to the Nerts dominating, braces wearing fiend that we know and love her as. Mandee... we're still waiting on. And Maury, we all know how much I love her. Even when she breaks the door because I'm eating ice cream. ;) Hopefully Joanna will fit in, yes?
Well, I know that my GPA isn't nearly as high as I wanted it to be this semester, but towards the end I just got so tired. Next semester I plan on taking no more than 16 credits, and just relaxing a little more. Just a little breathing room. Chem 106 and 107, O Chem, Welsh, Music Civ... it'll be a nice easy semester. Hopefully.