Last class

Tonight's my last class in grad school. How crazy is that? As a classmate pointed out, it's not yet real. I have my books and that's exciting. But I have so much going on that I haven't digested anything. I know I had all kinds of plans for what would happen when I finished school, but at the moment I don't know what any of them are. And I haven't yet started to think that some of these people will no longer be a part of my life.

Wow

My mom will be here tomorrow!

Julie will be here Friday!

I wonder if anyone is going to buy me a cake.

I got Cardinals tickets for when I'm home. (Though, wow, way to be expensive, Cardinals.)

My grandparents lectured my mom on all the things her kids are doing wrong. I think I was a large part of that. Bring on the drama.

I biked 4.5 miles last night. That makes up for my lack of physical activity all weekend, I guess.

I really need to practice reading my poems. Don't want to sound silly.

I need to get a lot of wine for this weekend.

I still don't know what to wear on Friday.

Or to Evan's graduation.

Today I was thinking how much my books are like my babies. And I am ready to send them out into the world. Somehow I picture my books going off to their first day of Kindergarten. So exciting!