Yesterday was my last day of college. Complete and total last day. Nothing left to do.
I woke up with good intentions of finishing my take home final for American Public Policy, but instead I dinked around in the library for three hours before heading to my Philanthropy Practicum. I went to that class and gave a presentation and afterwards I had a nice exchange with my fundraising professor. I called my dad. I gave a ridiculous presentation in my Modernist Women Writers class and got out 45 minutes early. I stood up from my desk and then said,
“Well, that was my last college class.”
I called my dad again and sat in the park for fifteen minutes just kind of soaking it all in. Then I went and worked out, went to happy hour, headed straight to the library and wrote my final exam.
I went home and watched TV and thought, “I don’t have to feel guilty about not doing homework because I don’t have any homework to do!”
This whole semester seems kind of blurry. I had some close calls with assignments, at one point even running across campus to turn something in. I lacked motivation, yet I somehow managed to get everything done and done pretty well. There is only one answer to how this happened: I mastered college. I can do this in my sleep. I know the ins and outs of the whole thing. And now it’s over.
All I can say is YIPPEE!