Finals Week

I had my very last class today and cleaned out my desk :=(. Is this really the end? Well, not technically, since I'm not graduating, but the only "class" I have left to take for my degree plan is my thesis. It's stunning, really. No more syllabi and books to buy, no more lectures. Actually, maybe it's more like :=), now that I think about it.

The past week has been nonstop deadlines: projects, seminar papers, and grading, all converging in one crazy week. I haven't slept well or eaten well. Piles of journal articles and books are all around me. I complain to everyone that I'm exhausted, but I think I secretly love the chaos and the constant motion. In all honesty I haven't felt so alive in a long while.