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Death by Semester/Canvas

I know all honors students are busy, but I just want to share the craziness of my life.
I am taking 19 class hours, developing questions for my thesis, working 40 hours in a classroom, I have 20 hours of service learning, I serve as the Vice President of Alumnae Relations for Sigma Kappa and I am in the process of planning a huge event. I have 25 assignments due from now until April 18th. If that wasn't enough I had the flu three weeks ago and yesterday I was diagnosed with mono and I'm on 'bed rest' per my doctor. So, that is why I am just now posting what I chose as my creative outlet. Canvas painting. Each one took 2 hours to create, however, the large Tom Petty canvas which took three hours. So far I have 15 creative hours done!

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