Wednesday, May 7, 2008
The end is in sight, and it scares me.
I have one more final exam before I graduate. Even if I don't show up, my grade is high enough that I'll get a B in the class and complete my requirements. That should make me happy, right? Why does it feel like graduating means I move on to a new stage of my life with even more ways to fail and let down everyone I care about?