Today marks a very momentous occasion for me.
This is the last day that I will ever walk into a class on the Texas Woman's University campus
as a TWU student.
It's a little bittersweet, actually.
I've made a lot of really good friends at TWU.
And aside from facebook, I'm afraid there won't be as much contact with them after graduation.
I will miss seeing them twice a week.
For the past two years, I have had the same instructor every semester.
I had him for French History.
I had him for Senior Seminar.
I had him for Renaissance and Reformation
I had him for Religion in an Atlantic World
My kids know that when I talk about
that I'm talking about Dr. Blosser.
He's an amazing instructor and I have enjoyed his classes immensely.
I have had classes in the same building for the past four years at TWU.
The good old A&S building, right across the street from the Human Resources building
and the commuter parking lot.
Most of them have been in the same three classrooms:
101, 102, and 103.
Although this semester they decided to switch it up a bit by putting me on the second floor.
I will miss the hour long drive on 380,
listening to Ira Glass talk to people on This American Life,
which fills my mp3 player right now.
I will miss going onto campus, hearing the hubbub.
I will miss the library, the bookstore, the clock tower.
I will even miss the
stupid elevators in the CFO building.
I will miss TWU
Now, a new chapter of my life will begin.
But I don't know what I will do.
For the past 15 years - well, longer if you count elementary, jr. high, and high school -
All I've Known Is School
Where will I go?
What will I do?
Will I be able to find a job I like in this economy?
Will I be able to find a JOB for that matter?
And if I do, what will happen to my children?
What if I have to commute every day?
What if my babies need me during the day and I can't be there?
I guess I can finally admit this now.
i feel like my security blanket is being ripped out from under me