It's finally the end of the semester, and it has been a crazy few months. I dislocated my shoulder for the sixth time since my senior year of high school. I've been in and out of a relationship. I have met some brilliant new friends, and reconnected with some old ones. I have knit a lot and finished little. I've gotten braver in the kitchen. I voted for gay marriage in a second state and watched it fail. I have gone on real dates. I gathered 13 weeks worth of data. So was it a good or bad semester? I'm not really sure yet. It was exciting at least.