You're probably like "who is this person that's posting this blog post?" And I'm like "listen, I've only been gone for fourth months and my hair is not that different." Ha. Oops. Didn't mean to be gone for so long, so for my triumphant return, here are my college senior pictures, because apparently that's a thing we have to do now in addition to all of those other somewhat arbitrary graduation requirements. (Well, not really. They would've let me graduate but I wouldn't have gotten to see my bright, cheery face in the yearbook, and after these five years of college I think I deserve at least that.)
Anyway. My sister snapped these for me at our family's cabin while we were in Missouri last weekend for Thanksgiving. (Gracias, sister.) In the process, I learned just how awkward I am in front of a camera, which is odd considering how many selfies I take on, like, a daily basis.
So back to graduation. All that stands between me and that shiny, new B.A. in English is three credit hours of Spanish. (The class which I have so lovingly been referring to as the bane of my existence.) In a moment of utter insanity today, I registered for the Spanish CLEP, which takes place next Wednesday. If I pass it, I get out of that final, grueling semester of college. (Regardless of what happens, I walk across that creaky stage in May.)
So, basically, that's what's up.