I turned in my final paper a half hour ago. I don’t have anything else to do. That’s it, until graduation on the 17th, and then it’s all over.
And boy does this feel weird. I want to go to graduate school, but I’m taking a year off to study and retake the GRE, as well as get some experience and such for my applications. The idea of not being in school, even if just for a year, feels odd. It will be the first time in 17 years I can’t say “I’m a student.”
I’m glad this semester is over. I enjoyed my substance abuse class, learned a lot in my experimental psych class and I started volunteering at the Texas Runaway Hotline. I just wish it didn’t have to end. I genuinely enjoy school.