My last final exam is today in about an hour and a half.
My last final paper is due before I leave on Thursday morning.
My last PPECS dealing was last week.
My last Journalism class was last Thursday, and my last undergraduate class was last Friday.
My last time walking this campus as a student; last time being in Ithaca as a student.
Other than this paper, I am no longer an undergraduate college student. How did that even happen? Everything is currently so finite and final, it's mildly upsetting.
I'm tired of having these lasts. I want to start having my firsts again.
My first post-college internship.
My first real job.
My first real apartment.
My first real paycheck.
My first realistic relationship.
My first real emergency on my own.
My first everything.
My first...life.
