If you will remember, earlier in the semester I was convinced that I had contracted some rare disease which involved being allergic to weekends. I think I've mostly gotten over that. But here we are...the last weekend looms over me. And I'm afraid.
It just feels like in order to get everything done I should probably plan out every single second of the next week or so. I think the thing I am most frustrated about is our History presentation that is Monday. I've been trying to research, but for some reason it is just really difficult for me right now. It's hard to know how much effort to put into this presentation and studying for my last exams (Tuesday and Wednesday of next week). Because really what I would rather do is just hang out with people here...just enjoy my last bit of Spain.
Another thing that's hard to balance is my extreme happiness to go home with my sadness to leave here. I don't think it's bad to be happy about going home. But I know I can't be so happy about that that I forget to enjoy this here.
Sigh. I feel like I'm going to do this wrong. I don't know how to plan this next week.
Don't worry about me too much. I'm sure it will be a good weekend. I just need to do it carefully.
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