This semester has flown by. I can say that in retrospect, but while I was living it, It felt like it drug on. It is hard to go so hard for so long when you heart is in another place. I never once doubted that Matt and I would make it through this distance. In some ways I feel like we are becoming stronger.
I know Matt is finding out how to rely on himself without needing me around and I am learning the delicate balance between independence and too much independence without my boyfriend around.
Nonetheless, the semester is almost over. I had my last classes of the semester today. It wasn't exciting. It was wasn't memorable. It wasn't sad or happy. It was very anti-climactic.
Although I experienced my last pigeon lab (that was a little sad), my life isn't going to be much different for the next week. Even after that point, I'm going to go home, find a job (hopefully) and live out the rest of my life.
We had a Senior send off dinner for all the Psi Chi members who are graduating in December *cough* me *cough* at Spaghetti Works tonight. It was a blast. I loved just being around other psych majors and talk about anything and everything. That is surely something I will miss when I leave this place called Drake.
3 finals and 1 paper stand between me and the finish line of my undergraduate career. 3.5 years, 5 changes of major, 8 jobs/internships, 1 blizzard, 1 fantastic boyfriend, 4 days in a hospital, multiple blood clots in my lung, 1 amazing church family, and countless friendships made for the rest of my life. I'd say that's a good run.
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