Today after class I fell, slipping on the ice on campus. I tore holes in both my knees of my jeans, my knees bled, cut my finger and was very embarrassed. It’s the week before finals and the beginning of December. I am afraid of driving anywhere because it is so slick, and it’s too cold to walk anywhere.

On the bright side, I have already studied a lot, and feel like I will actually be motivated to keep it up. But I am finding myself dreaming of Pawley’s Island, which is where I spent last summer with Ross’ family…