I have rarely seen googly eyes on people.
But during finals season, nobody can be festive. Nobody can be jolly. Nobody can be solemn. Nobody can be jollemn. They are a glum un-jollemn. They are a . . . gollum?
So people yell. They get angry. Their nerves are at wit's end. Cracking gum, the wrong inflection in a voice, duty's owed to oneself, it all gets to people. And with all that happening on this end, the people on the other end of people's lives get agitated because they want to know what's wrong, they want to help, they want to be there in the student's life. But they cannot and, well, they should not (not from a distance, anyways). Relationships were never meant to be long-distance. If they are meant to be (like mine) then they will last. If not, then, well, I don't know. Tough. Make it a short-distance relationship. Do something about it. Law school consumes your life, it will. But once it ends (this semester at least), well, the break will be nice.
I can't wait.