Tomorrow is my last day of school. EVER.
But I've always felt like the day before the last day is the true last day. It's when a person is really doing the last real school work before an assignment is due or studying before the last final. Because the last day is spent taking a final or turning in a paper, and there is usually some fun involved after it's all over.
When I was in high school, I made a point to walk across campus on the last day of school. I can still remember standing near the entrance to the cafeteria looking up towards the choir room and athletic room at the time. It was hot because it was the end of May. It also, fortunately, was sunny.
When I was in college, I remember sitting on the edge of the South Oval on a bench in front of Cate Center after my Modern Catholicism final. It was dreary and snow was trying to fall. I remember thinking that I'd never forget that moment and how things were going to be so different.
And I didn't. And they did.
But the two days before the above mentioned days were spent doing homework and last minute studying. I don't remember a whole lot about them.
Obviously, this time I am trying to think about it all.
I've spent today wrapping up cases and working on final journal entries and assessments. I've been cleaning my desk for the next intern.
The excitement is so palpable I can taste it.
The finality of it all makes me cry almost instantly.
And I don't ever want to forget any of it.
The good friends.
The bad friends.
And all those in between.
I just want to remember it. And be in the moment.
Happy Thursday...look out tomorrow, you're almost here!
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