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So everything is wrapping up and the end of the year is seriously just a few hours away. And in just a few days, I'll be in California. Relay is over. My exam is over. All that's required of me in the next few days is packing for my trip and showing up to class on Monday to turn in all my final papers. I have never been so relieved as I was after my final yesterday. Block II is over. As fantastic as that is, that means I've only got one "normal" semester of college left. I hate that a lot. Then student teaching. Where did the other three years go? I sound like some forty-five year old woman...Grandma always said to not wish away your youth. She wasn't kidding.
It's going to be so nice to be able to relax this summer and enjoy my last real student-summer. Next summer = grad school. That sounds weird. Yikes.
Time to go eat some lucky charms and not worry about all this for a while.
It's going to be so nice to be able to relax this summer and enjoy my last real student-summer. Next summer = grad school. That sounds weird. Yikes.
Time to go eat some lucky charms and not worry about all this for a while.