52 Days and Counting
This week has made me realize that the end truly is coming. Monday during supervision, Bonnie and I decided on when my last day is going to be. I only have like 10 days left at TLP and that thought just crushes me inside. I seriously almost started crying right there in front of her. Today was the grad fair and I bought my cap, gown and tassels. I almost started crying.
When we got home we both tried on our robes and it was just crazy. Then we proceeded to listen to cheesy graduation/good-bye songs and once again almost cried (our own fault, I do realize). That's when we both realized how crazy/exciting/sad/emotional our last hoorah is going to be (my roomies and I have decided that at the end of the semester we're all going to go out for a night of reminiscing, crying and a whole lot of drinking).
Ashley counted and told me that we have 52 days left before graduation. That is not a lot of time at all. All I can think of is how much life is going to change once again and all of the things that need to happen between now and then.
Cheers to the unknown.
When we got home we both tried on our robes and it was just crazy. Then we proceeded to listen to cheesy graduation/good-bye songs and once again almost cried (our own fault, I do realize). That's when we both realized how crazy/exciting/sad/emotional our last hoorah is going to be (my roomies and I have decided that at the end of the semester we're all going to go out for a night of reminiscing, crying and a whole lot of drinking).
Ashley counted and told me that we have 52 days left before graduation. That is not a lot of time at all. All I can think of is how much life is going to change once again and all of the things that need to happen between now and then.
Cheers to the unknown.