The sun is shining. The birds are chirping. The sky is blue. Flowers are blooming.
And everyone is getting fed up with one another.
It happens every year at this time. The same things that make a community great make it occasionally unbearable. We all see each other every day. We have more in common than your average group of 350 people. But after eight months, you're sick of each other.
Don't get me wrong, we all love each other dearly. But when you love people that much and get to know them so well, you learn everything about them. You know their likes and their dislikes, their hometowns, favorite baseball teams, strengths, weaknesses... and failings. We all have them in abundance (who doesn't?), but the patience with which one puts up with those failings diminishes rapidly toward the end of the school year.
Two full weeks of class, two half weeks of class, and a year... ahem, week of finals are all that lie between us and SUMMER. Deo Gratias!
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