At the moment, life does not permit me to write out the long and hopefully interesting email in my head. I'll do that later this week. Until then, I will express my current state of life in this poetic scrap:
My schedule is stacked. My bags are unpacked.
Homework unfinished, Trip excitement undiminished.
Final Week Approaching, Stress levels soaring,
innate. Grades, don't deflate!
Lists, Lists, Lists:
Shopping, Packing, Travel Tips.
"To Do", "To Don't", "To Forget".
Mad as a Hatter, I'll be a cat that caters,
"A cuppa' sugar an' of tea,
Would you like a scone, Miss Lee?"
The clock ticks like a tell-tale heart,
When will school end and travel start?
(Oh, some quick explanation: I'm going to dressed as the at a tea room at the approaching British Faire. The next weekend is Finals Week. Early the day after Finals we leave for . Do you see my dilemma?)
We're All Mad Here,