Hope.

Hope is the thing with feathers
That perches in the soul,
And sings the tune--without the words,
And never stops at all,

And sweetest in the gale is heard;
And sore must be the storm
That could abash the little bird
That kept so many warm.

I've heard it in the chillest land,
And on the strangest sea;
Yet, never, in extremity,
It asked a crumb of me.

 

-Emily Dickinson

I hope that...

• I live through this semester
• This semester flies by and comes to an end very soon
• I can find a better sense of balance in my life
• The people that I am closest to continue to be patient to me
• I can finish my capstone papers 
• I am not inadequate 
• Someday I won't sound so EMO!

blah.