It's getting to that time again. Still with the work, still with the little time, but it's a little more collected, a little more solemn this time. More goodbyes, more realization that it will be my turn next. More parallel with the last time I was a junior at graduation. More good friends to look forward to seeing again. More responsibilities that I know I can't truly escape, only put on hold for a few months. More time to myself, more focus on what I want to do and don't want to do. A little more understanding of the worth of an hour, an evening, a semester. I'd like to say a cleaner room... but there's always one more thing to improve.

Maybe next year I'll make time for a relationship. Maybe next year I'll keep my cool and know what I am looking for and how I feel when I really need to. Maybe next year I'll be on my assignments like white on rice. Maybe next year my thesis will be my life, my passion, my opus... Maybe next year saying goodbye to all my friends will be easier than saying goodbye to a few of them this year. Maybe I'll step up and take the reins, and become the master of my domain. You never know until you try...