a) I'm crushing again? Perhaps.
b) My friends are moving back tomorrow and I'm excited for their arrival? That's part of it...
c) The fact that my friends are moving back means it's the beginning of the end... Bingo!
It's 2011. With the clock striking midnight, I awoke from my drunken stupor and realized that this is what it means to be a member of the Class of 2011. On May 29th at noon, I graduate. I can no longer say, "oh it's so far away" or "oh it's not until next year" or "oh we have plenty of time left" because it's not true anymore. This is it. 5 months left to live it up before reality sets in.
I just hope I'm ready...
I hear ya. It's tough to leave a place you love so much. You'll probably feel content about it once you know what you're doing afterwards, but it will still be a bit tough until you really step into your job and feel how happy you're going to be. I remember all this happening last year, very distinctly. Summer could be stressful. But you'll love teaching (you know that already), and you won't be as far away from your friends as you might think.
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