Yesterday was my last academics class where we actually went over a book. Today was my last graded scripture study test.
That’s so weird. These weren’t sentimental classes at all, or even surreal. I have a LOT of Master’s left. There was no hype at all about it being the last class and test, like there was in high school. My last test in high school felt weird. It was a history test. I had to write a one page essay about the holocaust after reading a book called “Dark”.
These classes, though, just seemed routine.
So that’s that.
Cool!