School

So I got up before 8:00am on a Saturday morning and began working on homework.  And you know what?  I liked it.  I really, genuinely am enjoying school this semester.  I adore my professors, I enjoy the subject matter of my classes and find it pertinent to my life and education, I enjoy my readings and assignments and find them meaningful, and I love my classmates.  I love school this year.  Senioritis seems to have evaded me.  Quite on the contrary, I'm quite sad to think that my undergraduate educational experiences are drawing to a close after only another semester and a half.  But yeah, I really like school.  I even like tests.  Good ol' midterms.  In one of my classes I scored the highest grade in the class.  And I feel good knowing I've earned those grades.  I'm becoming a good student.  I'm attentive and an avid note-taker in class.  I'm involved in study groups.  I have been overcoming my procrastinating tendancies.  I do homework assignments and study for tests for many hours each day and night.   And I enjoy it.  I even enjoy studying for the GRE.  Anyway, I guess I'm just feeling mighty blessed to be loving and succeeding in school as much as I am this semester.