It's eleven at night. Usually I am laying in bed exhausted from everything, scheduling interviews, writing stories, pulling out nails, building door frames, serving lattes with just a little this or that, getting reviews done, constantly being watched as a role model, eating, taking care of my pets, husband, myself, the list goes on and on, and I am always waiting for the day of rest.
I just finished the last thing I will ever do at Brockport, a final. That's it, it's final, I am done at Brockport. I have one more final at GCC, to transfer the credit to my Bachelors at Brockport, but really I am there, it is almost completely done, forever?
Wow, I would have never thought graduating would give me mixed feelings. I keep asking myself why am I not screaming, getting all crazy, setting up some kind of crazy adventure with everyone, celebrating.
Why do I feel like, huh.
Maybe its the economy.
Maybe it's because I have no idea where I am going.
Maybe, just maybe, I am scared to death.
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