As of 4:20 PM this afternoon, I have completed all of my classes as an undergraduate at UW-Madison. Finals are yet to come: A paper and final on Thursday, two more on Saturday. Graduation ceremony on Sunday. I’m compelled to say that this ending is going to be far more bittersweet than I imagined.
Frankly, I feel rushed. I don’t feel like I needed to be done so soon. Call it lack of foresight, but I failed to even notice that it was the beginning of the end until it was too late.
I heard an astounding statistic on the radio today claiming that only 29% of UW-Madison students graduate within four years of enrollment.
Huh.
I met a lot of great people this semester. I’ve met a lot of great people within these past couple years, actually. I’m not particularly anxious to leave Madison (far from it, actually), and I still get a queasy feeling thinking about next year.
Deep breaths. Positive thoughts. Time to be a big girl.
I think my mom told me that 20 years ago.
