So this is what it’s like to wake up and drop all pretense, and all fear. To chase unremittingly, believing in something that we cannot see, understand, ever prove, yet feeling that it is worth every step after painful step.
We never know exactly what we want. And we have yet to be a little more courageous.
But we’ll be fine. That much I *know*.
Guess what, ladies and gents.
I am taking NINETEEN hours this semester.
That’s TWO more than the person that’s going to WHUP MY ASS IN GPA.
Hah. I can feel even more defeated in my defeat now.
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Correction–that’s two more hours than the person who has ALREADY admitted defeat in this GPA war. 
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Ring of Endless Light
by Madeline L’Engle
The earth will never be the same again.
Rock, water, tree, iron share this grief
As distant stars participate in pain.
A candle snuffed, a falling star or leaf,
A dolphin death, O this particular loss
Is Heaven-mourned; for if no angel cried,
If this small one was tossed away as dross,
The very galaxies then would have lied.
How shall we sing our love’s song now
In this strange land where all are born to die?
Each tree and leaf and star show how
The universe is part of this one cry,
That every life is noted and cherished,
And nothing loved is ever lost or perished.