That’s it. I’m done.
And it’s really hard to process that I’m finished with my bachelor’s degree. It doesn’t seem possible. Way too fast. I just started!
Didn’t I?
But I’ve taken every course and checked it all what seems like a hundred times, had other people and even computers tell me the same thing: I’m done.
I finished my last final and actually started getting weepy right there in class. Not sobbing or anything, but tears and sniffing and just sitting there trying not to cry all over the booklet containing my last essay. The prof was alarmed and rushed over, assuring me my grade was already excellent and not to panic over the essay, I could do it. Of course, then I felt bad for being a big emo baby and explained that I was just done, I knew it was good, and it eas my final final. In a few months, I’ll graduate.
I’m done.
She hugged me, took my essay, and wished me luck. I crept out while trying to salvage my mascara and some dignity.
I went to Jazz’s office, of course :) There’s a spot on the floor behind his desk where I sometimes sit because it’s out of the way and I can spread papers out or whatever. This time, I curled up right there and took a nap on my backpack. Everything was just so draining! I still felt like a big baby, napping on the floor like that, but I did it anyway. I’ll be a grown-up later :) There’s time yet.
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