Thursday, December 20, 2007

When the dust settles

It was just as if a hurricane had passed.

The merciless pounding stopped,

     and everyone began to come out of their makeshift shelters,

          wandering bleary-eyed into the streets,

               looking at the destruction around them,

                    assessing what little they had left of their friends, and social lives, and dignity.

And they began to talk to each other,

     wondering aloud,

          putting into words the thoughts they were all thinking...

"Did that really happen?"

          "I can't believe I made it. There were times when I didn't think I would."

               "Can it actually get worse?"

                    "I'm not sure anybody would understand what this was like if they didn't see it with their own eyes."

Yep... finals for the term are now done... and another semester is over.

Time to enjoy the precious few weeks of recovery before it all starts again in January.


Anonymous said...

I'm just emerging from the fog. What month is it? It's so funny, everything you said it what I was thinking! CAN May possibly be harder than that??? I truly didn't know if I'd make it! But we did, and now it's Christmas. Hooray! Enjoy your well-deserved break, and thanks for everything you do for the class :)

Anonymous said...

It's the weirdest thing. I can actually LAUGH. Not in a weird hysterical way about how frustrating my life is, not in a bitter-tinged deranged way associated with sleep deprivation and hypercortisolemic dementia.

A real laugh.

It's nice :)

fh said...

*weeps uncontrollably*

Lucky you! MY finals will begin in 18 days!

Rick Frea said...

Very neat post. You should enter this in a contest or something.

The Angry Medic said...

Believe me, I know EXACTLY how it feels. Like coming home from Iraq, isn't it? They should open clinics for PTSD in med students, I say.

Merry Christmas and a Happy Noo Yer!