My Sanctuary

So somehow I always get hit with a wave of intense nostalgia about midway through finals, but then when finals actually ends I don't really feel any different. Nevertheless that is another semester over and done with, and with that, my second year in university as well. I feel like every semester I finish is an accomplishment for me, because at every start of the past 4 semesters, I've never been sure if I'll actually live through it, never really knowing where I might end up at the end of it. Throughout the term I continue to constantly question and second guess myself  at every turn, and it always seems impossible to continue on. And yet, here I am. Still. I'm only halfway through, but it feels pretty significant, especially since I still don't quite believe it myself. One thing I really love about university is the number of excellent professors I've met. This semester, I've been lucky in that I liked them all, except one, and more than that, I had