Ruminations upon what's gone down

The semester is actually (non-officially) over. No more classes. I won't see some of my teachers again (it's still weird to consider them 'professors', such a stuffy and overly pedantic word isn't it?). How does it feel? Actually, it doesn't really feel like much of anything at the moment. Probably because I'm scared shitless about this math final. But I'm not going to whine and complain about that for now. Maybe Thursday afternoon I'll just skidaddle over to the nearest bridge and trip over the edge. I must admit, that seriously sounds like an attractive option versus sitting down and taking a 3-hour math test.

Good things and bad things about the end of the semester: No more annoying assignments, no more working for a full 3.5 weeks. Real food at home! Seeing my parents, which will be great. Not knowing what to get people for Christmas, but still really excited for holiday shopping. Heck, going *shopping* again when I get home...not that I'm girlish or anything. Not seeing friends here but seeing friends back home. Swapping wild college stories with friends back home. Sleeping in my own bed. Playing on my grand piano. Missing Duke. Going home. What a dichotomous situation.

I should get on textbooks for next year soon. I think I have like 15 for just one class. Probably not, divide everything I say by 5. Haha, that's from Monty Python. So funny...(Alex: I don't know about this ellipsis thing, but I think three (...)s are fine if it's the end of a paragraph. Maybe? Nit picky grammar is my favorite.

First semester assessment: Worth every minute. No regrets.