Magical.

it's the week for finals.

everyone is cramming, writing furiously, reading slash skimming slash falling asleep at their desks.

it's dark outside, but you wouldn't know it from the cancer lights and constant humm of typing fingers.

the library is tense and irritable

but

i'm giddy over so many things.

like how we have a

Christmas tree

made of

books.

like how there are papers to proof
reading to record
and Greek verbs to memorize

but

i just grabbed some besties
and went to dairy queen
for a little nine o'clock study break.

like how we giggled a lot

and stopped to look at the

christmas lights on the way back.

like how i'm listening to dean martin, "my kind of christmas"
and reading the psalms
and calling it studying because it is

like how i can't stop thinking how wonderful this all is.

that i live here.

with these people.

and i love it.

it's magical, really.