Honestly?

This is not the way that I thought Europe Semester would end. I fancied it more like the end of a Shakespearean comedy, sans the multiple marriages of course. I pictured laughing and giddiness, sheer excitement to go home, but also the intense awareness that we will never again be in a group quite like this...all these things point to a good time, in my mind. Why then, am I slaving away over three essays, feeling sick to my stomach, and crying?

Uh! Just thought I'd share. I want to say more more more all the time, but alas, I think my stomach is coming out of my mouth. So I have to go.