No longer betrothed after each semester

At the beginning of every semester I am newly engaged, like a bride to be, optimistic and excited.

All of my school supplies are shiny and new like a sparkly diamond ring.

I practically skip to my classes because I am delighted to acquire all of this new information my professors so graciously hand out along with months worth of assignments.

As the semester progresses my optimism turns to realism, and then it turns to concern as my initial ideal situation shows me its true colors. I become confused as all the nasty little secrets my classes hold are coming to light.

Then the doubt sets in.

I start to wonder if I am committed to the right "guy" because this engineering one is really complicated and can be pretty boring at times.

He is such a snazzy dresser, though, and believe it or not he has a great sense of humor. I suppose I really do love him in spite of his faults.

By the time the wedding rolls around — otherwise known as finals — I feel a knot in my stomach and I'm almost certainly going to pass out. I hope I don't distract and embarrass all the guests — my classmates.

The day after finals is similar to the "wedding blues." In case you are not up-to-date on wedding slang, the blues are when the bride gets depressed because so much effort has gone into that one day, and when it's finally over, the little hamster in her head realizes that she is running on her wheel for nothing.

And all of a sudden her life is at once pointless. She must have thought about something before she started planning her wedding. She did have friends and hobbies opposed to bridesmaids and appointments with wedding photographers and cake chefs.

But the bride can't, for the life of her, remember what that life was.    
Although the semester has a similar affect on me I am confident I'll remember what that thing called free time was all about.

And if not, there is always next semester when I can think about getting a new, less demanding relationship.