Well, it’s our last issue for the semester. Right now is where I should recap the past four months or so and talk about how great they were overall, with only slight bumps in the road, blah, blah, blah.

However, I’m not going to. First of all, it’s not my style, and second of all, it would most likely be a total lie.

What? At least I’m honest.

So, now that we have that out of the way…

I don’t know what to write about. I really don’t. I am so drained after everything that’s happened since the semester started, I just don’t know how I’m going to get through all of my class work and my finals.

I mean, between wanting to go back to Michigan, to missing three days of classes to go to Washington, D.C., to hating UMass Boston and wanting to leave, school is just exhausting. Spending time in the Mass Media office is exhausting. Hell, just thinking about going to school when I wake up in the morning is enough to put me back to sleep, it’s so exhausting.

And then there’s Christmas! Boy, talk about a cluster of madness!

There’s the list-making, and the shopping, and the double-checking and the overuse of credit cards. It’s a little too much.

I prefer to make Christmas presents more than buying them, but it’s so hard when you have so little time. If I weren’t leaving for Michigan the day after exams, I would try. Unfortunately, I’ll be spending most of my spare time packing, cleaning and studying.

Busy, busy, busy.

Apparently, I like using sets of threes. I don’t know why.

Anyway, I always end up in this weird mindset around this time of the year. I’m happy, I’m sad, I’m frustrated and angry.

Like, I never really stay in one place mentally during this time of the year. I can think of some “maybe” reasons as to why this happens, but some of them just feel like cop-out excuses to make myself feel better.

Why does thinking of Christmas make me so frustrated?

I think it’s the overly-decorated stores and the obnoxious music and the vulture-like people at the mall.

It could be something else. Is it seasonal affective disorder? Maybe, except that I hate the sunlight and warm weather. I prefer the cold, the rain and the snow. So I really don’t think that’s it.

Is it a previous bad experience (or bad experiences) with the holiday season? Again, maybe, but I can’t think of one that was bad enough to make me disgruntled at the sight of a neatly-wrapped present.

I think it’s just that time. It’s time to take a break.

It’s time to go home.

It’s time to enjoy myself, and not let anything bother me. In the words of Dwayne from Little Miss Sunshine (and pardon the language), “You do what you love, and fuck the rest.”

Emo kids are unappreciative, whiny little pains in the ass. Send your mail to [email protected] – Ed.