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I realize that being cheery over having classes at this time of year is not normal, but considering that I haven't had classes for almost a month because of the strike being back in a classroom is a really good thing. Tomorrow was supposed to be the last day of classes. Now the last day is June 13. So instead of it feeling like the last day of the semester, it feels like the first day of class. It's a really strange feeling. I've come back from a vacation (a very frustrating and anxious one, mind you) to the big workload that's around near the end of a semester. There's no time to ease into the old routine; you get all the work dropped on you at once. On top of that, some proffesors want to speed up the classes so that they don't take as long.
This whole thing was a colossal waste of time. People have lost internships, graduations, the first half of the summer semester, money, investigations, time with family. That last one would be me; I was supposed to go back to Illinois the 28th to spend the summer with the relatives I have over there. Now I'm not even going to get two months! Summer's the only time I have to visit them since I don't live there anymore.
Fuck.
This whole thing was a colossal waste of time. People have lost internships, graduations, the first half of the summer semester, money, investigations, time with family. That last one would be me; I was supposed to go back to Illinois the 28th to spend the summer with the relatives I have over there. Now I'm not even going to get two months! Summer's the only time I have to visit them since I don't live there anymore.
Fuck.
