The end is finally in sight. After completing this semester’s courses, I will officially be done.
Well, that’s assuming the university doesn’t find some way to botch things and force me back for another semester. But in theory, six full years and a change of major later, I will have my degree.
It feels wonderful and terrifying all at once.
I ran a degree audit the other week, and I only have seven classes left before I’m done. That’s less than two full semesters.
I can’t believe there’s finally a light at the end of the tunnel. It was beginning to feel like I would never graduate, but it’s finally close enough I can taste it.
Stuck in a tiny elevator with no air conditioning and a fellow passenger who was rather antisocial. Not fun.