Yesterday was my last full day of classes and it barely even felt like it was all really over. I'm never going to have another Ms. Ziniuk Calculus class with Evelyn and Melanie, another Mrs. Lewandowski Accounting class with Sabs, not paying attention, or a crazy Mme. Seguin French class. But it just doesn't feel like it's over; not really, anyway. Who knows if I'll ever even have another English class or if I'll end up taking all of the Englishes (that's unlikely, for sure, but...this is just speculation) -- maybe Finite/Stats will be a big part of my life...or maybe not. Baaaah. I don't care anymore.
Maybe I don't feel like it's over because...well, because it's not. I still have to write this friggin' French essay today (maybe if I double-space and change the font and the margins . . . ) plus I've got 3 exams that I seem to have pushed to the back of my mind. Hmm. I should probably study for those
sometime...
Maybe I'll feel more like it's all ending after Grad morning (which consists of the Carnival and Grad Chapel) on Monday... Who knows. I'm going to miss everyone so much next year -- because I love being able to see my school friends 5 days a week...
And I'll miss my friends who don't go to my school, too... Tiffany, did you decide where you're going yet? Mac?
Anyway that's it for now... On I go to the end of the beginning of the beginning of the end.
