Stress....have I really survived?

The semester is almost over...YAY...I think? I have made some discoveries over this semester though. Everyone lies...this is the most stressful experience of my life. I have learned to managed and cope with that though. I'm not so stressful as I was in the beginning of the semester. My mentor is a BIG help...not to mention my wonderful roomie who will probably read this and kill me if I don't mention how much of a help she's been. I love you girl. You've been a big help. Then of course there's been my boyfriend who has had to help drag me out of every rock and hard place since April. He knows how much I love him so I need not mention that. I don't think anyone loves stress. I personally hate it. I feel like the hamster stuck on the little wheelie and I'm only allowed to run on it and if I stop I'll die. That's what stress does to me. Thank God for expresso. It brings me back down to reality sometimes. I get that little jolt that is like "Hey slow down you little rat" and I finally realize that I've been running the rat trap. It's taken me all semester to find ways other than coffee to get myself out of the rat trap. Breathing always helps. You're always told that you're first semester is always your hardest. Well you're full of bull if you don't believe them because it is hardest. Somedays I feel like I'm going to die from the the work load and the stress and everything else. I used to do nothing but read. My bookshelf is overflowing with books. Some of my books even have to be stored in a box under the bed. I don't have time to read for me anymore. That is killing me. The bookworm in me is not getting fed. That hurts my ego. Leaving the theatre department doesn't hurt my ego but having no time to read does. I'm looking forward to break. My goal is 6 books but I'll probably get more than that read. That's just me. I think I've survived the semester. I seem to have survived the stress. I'll know when I get my grades if I really, truly survived the semester.