I attended my last college class today.
My heart feels a little panic-attacky. Anxious.
A girl at work asked me tonight what I was studying.
"Well," I said. "Since I just had my last day of class, I guess I'm supposed to say that I studied Spanish." I have to change that part of my introductory monologue to past tense.
It made me feel very sad.
I think that that's a pat of taking classes based in the humanities or social sciences. Most of my friends don't wax poetic about their favorite organic chemistry courses, or miss their days in Econ 101. But I'm going to miss my classes. The way my perspectives have changed. The little communities we formed. The conversations we had. I think I will need a time of mourning.
Yes. I will continue learning and stretching my limits. But it won't be the same.
My college days are over.
Everything is lined up for my future...
so then why do I feel so unnerved?
Thank goodness for music.
It can solve most things.
Glee was weird this week, but I'm glad that it introduced me to this gem.
It is worth the jump to the YouTube website.
You can bet that this will be on our New Years mix.