One Day at a Time

My last week of college (at least undergraduate) is fast approaching. Tomorrow is my last Monday of classes. I should be sad, or excited, or something, but really I'm still just stressed out about the work I have left to do, and all the crap people keep piling on me. Plus I think I'm just ready to get out, and it's sad that I don't feel more excited about it. Maybe it's because I'm planning on going to grad school (I have to do an interview as part of the application process, and when I called to see if they had received all my application materials they said they had and that they'd be calling me soon, that was a week ago so I feel like I should call again), but I just don't feel like I've made much progress, or that this is a big deal. And yet, I know it's a big deal, and a part of me is excited to graduate from college. Eric and I are going to celebrate it, not really with anybody but just together. We might go out to dinner with our parents afterward, hopefully. I think some of my fellow graduates are having parties or something, but I didn't think that was common. Is it? I'm not going to do it, but am I missing out? I don't think so. I just wish I felt more excited to graduate, like it was as big of a deal as I know it is. But really, I am just stressed about finishing and the little details with loans and papers and making sure I've taken care of all the right forms and whatnot. Let's hope after this week (or more like after my papers are done) I will be more excited!

"Having taken a few classes at the University this year, I have glimpsed our future. And all I can say is.....go back."