I am not going to wax poetic today, because I simply don't have the time, as it is 7:07 a.m. and I have to bolt outta here to campus in just a few minutes.
Today is my last day of class as an undergrad. Talk about a bittersweet experience. I am so very excited and a little sad too. Going back to school has made me feel even younger than I already feel, despite being pegged as one of the "old ones" in my classes. I don't feel old or anything, but before I went back to school I just started feeling like I wasn't all that young any more.
I will be turning in my last two papers as an undergrad, and will be presenting my paper to my Nonfiction class. Wish me luck!