Today Is the Day

I get my butt in gear. Classes are picked out (Literature and Sexuality, Gender and Performance, Intermediate French, and the Constitution and the American Political System). Books are (mostly) bought, schedule is getting filled in. And, in an odd twist on the usual, fun is being had. True, it's a lot crazier than I remember the first week back being, but 2am bedtimes come after productive HoCo work or life-planning, and soon, reading and paper-writing. Whatever comes after Harvard ends for me in 4 months, I know I can face it head-on, arms-wide-open. My future finally feels like I have control over it, like He has control over it. It feels like today is the day.