One more to go

I do believe I've got short-timer's syndrome. One more class to go. I am so ready to be done just don't know what to do with myself. I looked at the first assignment and the last thing I want to do is write anything for school. I look at the stacks of projects calling my name, waiting for my attention to bring them to completion that I just don't want to work on school work.
One more class. How can you study when the water, the woods, and the air that surrounds you calls to you and says "Get up and move!"? I do believe this will be my hardest class, not because of the subject or material, but because I want to do something else, anything else.