We are DOWN to the WIRE, folks!

OH MY.

Tomorrow is my last day of finals. I am so happy I could cry. Yet every time I think I can't wait to get out of here, I feel a twinge of not wanting to go just yet. Not for the schoolwork, of course, but because I'm not ready to say goodbye to my friends...granted, I still have another week with everyone who is staying for Senior Week. I have to pack up my entire room which is going to be a task and a half at this rate. My room looks like a tornado blew through here and then a hurricane came the next day. At least all of my pictures are still on the walls. I'd feel really, really lonely without them. My pictures are always the last things I pack up; I like to keep them up until the very last minute. It makes me feel as though this room is still mine for a bit. I hated living in Conley Hall because it was so far away from everything, but I loved my room. I'm not ready to part with it yet...but my bed and my room at home will be totally worth it.

But now it has to sink in. At some point tomorrow, when I finish my revised Religion and Film paper....I'm going to be a SENIOR in college.

There is something SO not right about that fact.