take a photograph to have and to hold
I had my very last lecture EVER today. My very last one. Claire took a photo... it still kind of hasn't sunk in. I've been so caught up with the fact I was finishing earlier than I'd planned, I forgot that now I'm just finishing up at the same time as everyone else. It's surreal. It's surreal because I know that in one or two or three years time, I'll look back on all of this the same way I now look back at school. Did I really used to go to English classes and get frustrated with Tom and Mr Bush? Did I really own a locker? Did I really wear that uniform everyday? It feels familiar, even though it isn't anymore. Soon, I will think about how I lived the same place I had to go to classes... how dressing up for the unibar every week was huge... how feeling like an icee at midnight and actually going and getting one with Danielle was normal... all those things that are normal for me now, I will question soon enough.
Knowing that feels weird.
I don't quite have the same "nothing stops it happening" feeling I had at the end of school... but I know I'll get that any moment now.