|Two years ago, at Mom's grad party|
(she's on the right)
My cap and gown are hanging in my closet. I have to pick up one more set of cords at the bookstore.
It seems like just yesterday I was watching my mom and one of my friends get their Bachelor's degrees, not two years ago. (And my mom graduates again this year with her Master's - it's a lot of fun going to the same school).
The final to-do list of my undergraduate career is very slim. I already started packing my room up (which is more depressing this year than it was last). All but my unopened Brita pitcher, pens/pencils, cleaning supplies, toiletries, printer, clothes, towels, sheets & comforter, and other odds and ends are all packed. I also need to eventually take apart my chair and ottoman, defrost my mini fridge, and then haul everything home.
|The three amigos|
Academically, I have two grades in and only have one more final to take. I have 8 office hours as a CA left (6 of my own, 2 I'm covering for someone in exchange for them covering hours of mine), 6 work study hours left, and one last on-call day.
This year has by far been the most memorable in college. I have done so much, learned so much, and it's been amazing. Sure, there have been the bad times, but there has been so much more good. I have incredibly supportive friends and family, and the most wonderful boyfriend a girl could wish for.
It hasn't fully sunk in yet that I'm graduating, but that could have something to do with the fact that I'm hoping to be back at the same school in the fall for a Master's. I suppose only time will tell at this point. It's funny how things in life happen, but I love it and wouldn't change it for the world.