And so, it ends.
There’s a lightness that accompanies the end of something, and I can’t stand it. This purpose that has wrapped itself around the whole of you, that has caused you late nights and moments of worry, that you’ve worked for, that you’ve accomplished, has suddenly evaporated. It’s the same feeling I used to have after closing night of high school plays, when I walked up to the theatre from the dressing rooms, trudging up the stairs, running my hand along the back of the rows of chairs. It was quiet. Completely still. There was this overwhelming sense of . . . nothing.
And I knew then that whatever had happened would be all that had ever happened. It would never be better or worse or other than what it was. It would stand. The forgotten lines, the missed marks, the wardrobe malfunctions. No do-overs. It was.
Of course, if all this is coming from feeling like I have nothing to do now, I’m kidding myself. My summer classes start on Monday morning bright and early and let me tell you, they’re going to hurt. Suddenly it occurs to me that I should have bought my books by now. Also, probably should have figured out how and where and if I’m going to be able to park anywhere down on campus. Those would have been good things to investigate. I suppose there’s always the beloved standby of Making It Up As I Go Along. I’m an old pro at that.
Anyway, here’s hoping I didn’t bomb my final.
Tags: back to school
Take it from a fellow professional, Making It Up As You Go Along is a long and time honored tradition, and always leads to the best results
Good luck with learning! Ou, bonne chance avec votre formation!
Ooh! Frenchin’ it up french-style. Nicely done, Ellie :)