Are We There Yet?
Right now I feel like an eight year old on a road trip, repeatedly asking, “Are we there yet?” I’m exhausted. I want to reach the destination. It feels like I’ve been on this journey forever. Is there any trail mix left? Oh, wait, I already ate the chocolate out of it. That’s how I feel about this semester. All the fun is gone, and it’s driving me nuts. The past two semesters have drained me. I’m loving life more than ever, but I’m tired. I want the single piece of paper that represents hours upon hours working on countless papers, projects, and assignments. But since I didn’t work as hard as I should have my first few years of college, I still have three semesters after this one. Giving up this close to the end of the semester is easy (I think we’ve all done it). We worked hard, we deserve a break, and we want it now, right? Wrong. Paul wrote encouraging letters from prison. The least I can do is write a feature article on women agricultural producers in the top three