I am of the firm belief that everyone has something to say. Absolutely everyone!

And everyone has a legitimate perspective and view point. This is no truer than on a college campus. Only here do you have the mix of young people coming into their own, guided by professionals at the top of their fields. These opposites interact and co-mingle and learn from each other on a daily basis. Each party recognizes the legitimacy of each other's ideas.

So, I want to start off by saying that this first sentence alone has taken me about half an hour to write. I am not quite sure where my motivation went over break (probably somewhere warm!), but it seriously needs to come back. One of my friends described my current mood as a thing called senioritis.

Senioritis: noun. A crippling disease that strikes high school seniors. Symptoms include: laziness, an over-excessive wearing of track pants, old athletic shirts, sweatpants, athletic shorts, and sweatshirts. Also features a lack of studying, repeated absences, and a generally dismissive attitude. The only known cure is a phenomenon known as Graduation.

This semester is really bringing me back to my childhood. The current rotation that I am in is Pediatrics and the nursing care that applies to them. I can definitely say this is a topic that brings me slight anxiety after being a babysitter for x amount of years and I know the horrors that come with a sick child. I am deeply interested to figure out how children work differently than the adult population, but getting over the screaming/crying children was something I did not feel like dealing with at 7am Tuesdays and Thursdays.

We are all aware of the infamous saying of “seeing the light at the end of the tunnel." After three and a half years of college I am finally seeing some sort of finish line in a year and a half (yes, your math is correct that adds up to five years, as previously discussed in another post).

Right before I moved back for the spring semester a very important email found its way into my inbox; “Housing Selection 2014-2015”. It was exhilarating to see my year of graduation headlining in an email and I finally felt like this journey will actually come to an end one day. Housing selection was moved up to a much earlier date this year so the process could get moving quicker and any kinks in the process could be taken care of sooner rather than later.

Welcome back everybody. Vacation is over and it's time to get back to the daily grind. What happened to me over vacation? Well I got a haircut that looks like what I assume Meg Ryan from the 90's and a Dutch boy combined would look like.

My boss told me the difference between a good haircut and a bad haircut is four weeks, but I disagree. The difference between a good haircut and a bad haircut is the hair dresser's life. I'm kidding, I didn't kill my hairdresser. I actually gave her a really big tip because the last time I got my hair cut I only had a debit card and I wasn't allowed to tip with it.

Now that's a cliche title. I feel like I'm back in elementary school and writing a five-paragraph essay. I certainly didn't have the most amazing winter break ever, but it was definitely a nice vacation.

My winter break started a week before my younger siblings' break, so it was nice to enjoy the quiet and rub it in their faces. While I did have to work a lot, I was also able to do some freelance video work. There was a CEO retirement party and I was hired to record it.