I just finished my last final ever. It was hard. I didn't study. Fidgeting, biting my pen, touching my face and neck the way I do when I'm nervous, I tried to remember the names of characters and playwrights I had long forgotten. Even worse than the test was my portfolio for the class. I only got halfway through the six page reflection, and didn't even do the three page critical analysis. My stomach ached the entire time thinking of it.
But now. It's over. Pass or fail (most likely pass), I will never have to sit in that building again, try to concentrate under those annoying yellow lights. Sit still in those seats when my body wants to do the complete opposite. As much as I dread going to class and doing work, I love to learn. I'm going to miss the environment, I know I will. I know it. I'm going to miss school. Its the same way my family drives me insane but I still love them.
I'm afraid of the unknown, but I'm also excited by it too.