Wednesday is the last day of classes. Just like that, my two years as a full-time student are coming to a swift finale.
I'm tired. I have been hanging on by a finger for so long, I don't know what it's like to let go. I've been so looking forward to school being over. For the craziness to stop. For things to slow down.
And then I thought a little more. The cocoon that's been holding me and allowing me to change is thrusting me out. The incubator of daily classes and just needing to complete my assignments is over. And then, I thought about the people. I won't see my favourite teacher every Monday and Tuesday anymore. I won't get to sit with the same 18 people and have open discussions about what's going on in the world. And that makes me weepy. I hate goodbyes.
Tomorrow I hand in my final assignments: a fundraising proposal, a documentary, and a website redesign (Tada! You're looking at that one).
I've also had the pleasure of executive producing a telethon, re-creating the famous bathroom scene from Bridesmaids, creating a logo for my personal brand, planning an awards event, redesigning my school's radio station website, and so many other things.
It's been a wild ride. And what's next? I don't know. I'm looking for a job, like all of my classmates. It's time to be pushed out of the nest and embark on the next stage of my career. And I can't wait to see what will happen.