I’ve never felt more conflicted about anything than I feel about graduating.  In one way, it’s made me very sentimental and nostalgic.  I’m having a surprisingly hard time saying goodbye to my professors.  I’ve seen some of them every school day for 4 years.  I’m also wondering what the heck I’m going to do with my life now.

I briefly considered hiring a former teacher to follow me around and silently judge my every action because that’s what I’ve become accustomed to.

At 2:00 am last night I woke up abruptly, sat straight up in my bed, and declared aloud, “I have no homework due tomorrow.”  That sounds like a very exciting proclamation, but it sat uneasily with me.  What does one do with “free time?”  Will I have to leave my house? Make friends? Take up a hobby?

I need to clean my house.  My parents will be visiting my humble abode tomorrow and I need to make sure they don’t catch me living like an animal.  (You know, like Heather did.)

I guess when it really hit me was after reading an email from a professor that had been signed “Katie”  instead of Dr. ___.  That was it.  I’m an adult now, or something close at least.

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