This time tomorrow, I will be much less stressed indeed.
I have a final presentation to do in one class, I get back another project in that class, and then I am done with that class. Phew.
Once that one is over with, I will feel much better.
I have a particularly rant-tastic blog about that class, but I’m saving it until final grades are published. (Hey, you never know.)
I still have to present my chemistry project, and turn it in, but I am not so worried about chemistry anymore.
I have to write one last paper for another class, but I really don’t think it will be too bad.
I have to turn in practicum hours, after having my practicum teacher fill out one more thing, and then, I will be done.
Next week I have a chemistry exam (which I am not going to freak out about. The chemistry exam cannot hurt you, she set it up so that you can only gain points if you choose to take it. Bless you, chemistry professor.)
And I have another exam, one that I’m really not worried about at all.
And then, then my friends, I will be done until mid-January, when school starts back up.
I am so ready for this break. I know I just had 5 days off for Thanksgiving, but this semester has somewhat kicked my ass. I’m glad it’s almost over.
Then, if everything goes according to plan (Please, Please, Please, God, let everything go according to plan.) I will only have 3 semesters left at this fine institution of learning (somedays I just call it the institution.)
3 semesters isn’t so bad. I’m sure they will fly by.
And then….then….it’s off into the…gulp…..real world.
Why, I’ll have to have a job.
And I’ll be married.
And I’ll have a car payment and a house payment.
Hard to believe. In a year and a half (hopefully, Please God) I will be something else entirely. I will no longer be the college student rushing around everywhere, I won’t have to get up and run to the computer lab because I forgot to print something 5 minutes before it’s due, I won’t be able to just get up and throw my hair back into a messy ponytail and some old jeans and go about my day, I won’t be like this anymore.
I’ll be D’s wife. I’ll be someone’s child’s teacher.
I wonder if I’ll feel different than I do now.
I don’t think so, I feel the same way I’ve felt since I can remember. I honestly sometimes stop whatever I’m doing, because I can’t believe how quickly my school years have gone by.
I guess it feels like they’ve flown by and crept by all at the same time.
I wonder if it feels that way for everyone?
I wonder if I’ll look back on this time 10 years from now and think about how quickly it flew by?
Sorry for the disjointed nature of this post, I’m just sort of throwing the thoughts out there as they come into my head.