Finals Season

It is June 3rd. I am sitting at my computer on a Saturday night, drinking beer and eating jelly beans. It is officially finals. I am hoping a little Johnny Cash and this Goldstar will help inspire me to write a few diary entries in the name of Moses, but somehow I think it won’t happen, seeing as it is almost midnight. The assignment is due in 12 hours and 8 minutes, and I really should sleep, because I am still very behind. Shit.
Stuff I need to do in the next couple of days:

§ Moses take-home Final
§ Presentation on NATO/Environmental Security/Water Management at AIES night
§ Law Final
§ Water Final
§ Economics Final
§ Paper for Independent Study

Already did a big Econ Project, Water Simulation and Mock Trial. Writing it all out it doesn’t seem as bad as I have been thinking. I have entered this weird smithie mode in which I stress myself out about all this work for no good reason. But this doesn’t really count for anything, and the standards are a little different than at my previous institution. I need to keep telling myself that.

I leave the Arava Insitute, Kibbutz Ketura and the Israeli desert June 16. I have mixed feelings and may be back, but that could be a longer post for a longer day.
I will have a couple days in Jerusalem (see friends, shop, wander around the city, go to Hebron, try to catch some movies at the Cinimateque) and then Tel Aviv (see friends, go to Yaffo, meet with important NATO guy) before I fly out early on the 21st. It hasn’t really hit me yet. Home doesn’t seem so far away, especially because I was there a week and a half ago. But now I am going home in 18 days. And I don’t know if and when I am coming back. That is weird. I plan to come back in the fall. But I also need to be realistic and imagine that I won’t see these people again for a long, long time. This year has been amazing. I have met so many amazing people, seen amazing places and done some (moderately) crazy things. I don’t know if I am ready to go back to the states and get some office job. Or live at my parents house, go to weddings, help them move and borrow their cars all summer.
I hope the post-senior year depression doesn’t hit me. I have enough shit process from this year…
Moses- here I come.