An Open Letter to Fall Semester 2009

Dear Fall Semester 2009,

You have been the bane of my existence, the scourge upon my land, the plague upon my house. You have made me short with my husband, snap at my child and unreachable to my friends. I have been unable to do all the things in life that make me happy and calm because I have been too concerned with papers and tests and quizzes and required blog posts.

Now, I understand that you were set up as a sort of scapegoat by Spring Semester 2009 and Spring Semester 2010 in that the classes I was required to take during your time are not available during the spring. I also understand that the classes I was required to take were of a magnitude that deserved a separate semester devoted to each individual class. I understand that you have nothing to do with my choosing said classes but I did and you were the placeholder for said classes and now my vengeance shall be brought down upon you!

It will forever go down in the history of Jessie that you were the semester that she hated from the start. From the very first day we met, there was a torrential down pour setting the tone for what you would put me through. The very first day of class, I arrived soaked to the bone and angry. The class loads and difficulty levels followed me day to day, never giving me a break. I especially enjoyed when you saw fit to make EVERYTHING due at once. There is just nothing like having two papers, a test and a presentation due within two days. I appreciate how you enjoyed torturing me with assignments.

Finally, the day of reckoning came. It was the last day to be under your rule. The light was bright at the end of that tunnel. I could almost taste sweet freedom. I walked out to my garage this morning with a spring in my step ready to put the nightmare that has been you behind me. What did I find this morning when I opened my garage? RAINING AGAIN! Imagine that! It was as if you just wanted to take one more jab at me. So you ended much the way you began. My feet were cold and wet and I was mad as hell. Thank you Fall Semester 2009 for making the last three months of my life hellish and terrible.

If you were a man, I’d insult your manhood. I’d say something about the length of your days or your lack of performance but you’re not a man are you? You’re simply an entity that I’ll never have to have contact with again. I hope you see me somewhere down the road with Spring Semester 2010 and see the satisfied look on my face. I’m sure I’ll be smiling and going from class to class with the air of confidence that you tried to stifle. Know this. It’s not me, it’s you.


Jessie Davidson