I'm sitting in the Mac lab in the journalism building, having just sent my final project through the list serv. I'm lingering.

Last night, after my final Spanish class at Rutgers, as I hugged Telena and said goodbye to Blair, I became semi-sad. It's strange to have looked forward to this date for so long, the date of my liberation from the pressure and headache of school, but I'm more upset than I thought I'd be. I don't mean to sound like I've been up all night contemplating my fate or any such nonsense, it's just something to think about.

What's left?

I have a study (and ice cream sundae) session with the other cool kids in Media Law and then two finals next week, but after that, all I have to do is spend two weeks wrapping things up at work. Then I'm off to Ann Arbor (my ticket arrived today) and off to San Francisco, possibly forever.

It's bizarre.

I think I'm going to be walking around in a haze for the next month and a half.

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