So, we're all back from winter break, and I am definitely, definitely not graduating in May. These are not the last undergraduate classes I'll ever get to take, or the last time I'll ever get to see my professors and many of my friends. I haven't bought books for the last time, haven't thought about my senior projects and how I actually have to finish those now. There is absolutely no way that I'm leaving.
As much as I try to deny it, though, graduation and my imminent departure from UE is something that keeps creeping into my mind day by day. With the first week of classes down, I had the thought that it was my last time getting new syllabuses (syllabi?) for undergraduate classes. And then I decided not to think about that, because everyone knows the most exciting part of starting new classes is that first day when you learn you'll be doing that semester (that's not just me, right?).
The thing is, as much as some people are very ready to start the next leg of their journey, I'm not in a hurry. To quote what I'm sure is a terrible movie, "There's just so much learning to do!" (as I'm sure we're all aware, that's from Sydney White). I have enjoyed my time here, despite all the inevitable ups and downs that my life has taken in between the classes and the readings and the internships. I've taken some great classes, met some wonderful people, and spent a lot of time reading. Like, a lot of time.
This semester's classes are shaking out to be a lot of work, but also a lot of fun. I mean, how could a semester that includes a women's studies course devoted to Jane Austen not be fun? With three lit courses, I'm going to have to spend most of my days curled up with my Jane Austen (such an imposition, really), English novels, and Norse mythology. And let's not forget that I have to start writing a novel of my own for senior seminar...
You know, maybe with all the work and learning still to be done, I'm not going to have to try very hard to not notice how many lasts are passing me by. I'm going to be much too busy. And I'll love (almost) every minute of it.