Now that I've settled into my schedule for the term, I can say my sense of time is back. I recall the last two times I returned to Chicago for breaks the prevailing theme was the lack of the sense of the present time actually being what it was. I'd said how quickly the months were moving during second semester (February-May), but at the same time I was realizing how fast the entire school year (dating from last September) had gone. I still remember the end of last summer and the beginning of junior year really vividly, and trying to chronicle everything of note to me made those past events appear closer than what they actually were. So, strange as it sounds, the things I did at home at the end of last summer are pretty equal in my memory as, say, the things that happened only two months ago, thus throwing my balance of time off whack.
It feels like June. This thought greatly contrasts my disbelief when I arrived Chicago at the end of junior year that it shouldn't be late May. I've following the NBA Finals, baseball, and playing frisbee/disc golf. It feels like summer. After counterpoint a bunch of us tossed a frisbee around and played a little Ultimate for about five minutes in the warm and humid weather before we got tired. So I'm sitting, typing this, and I realize I should probably turn on a fan or two. I feel like time is right where it should be. For now, anyway. [However, I still cannot believe I'm a senior already!]
On a final note, I just looked on my iTunes playlist and realized I spent over eight hours listening to music back on Friday. I guess kinking your back will do that to you. (PS, it's greatly improved; thanks for your prayers!)