Well, I haven’t posted anything for a while here, so I though I would provide a brief update for those who are interested.
I wrote my last exam (!) yesterday afternoon, and am looking forward to a little bit of time off now before I start research on my thesis this summer. It was a very strange feeling walking out of school yesterday knowing that I have likely written my last major exam in this academic journey I began five years ago. My hand is certainly grateful—they still haven’t figured out a way to let us use laptops for exams at Regent, and 27 pages of handwriting leaves the digits feeling a little cramped to put it mildly. It’s a relief to close the chapter of preparing for and worrying about these three hour “information dumps” that are worth such significant portions of final grades…
I have to admit, however, that there was a touch of nostalgia as I rode the bus home yesterday. I’m not crazy—I don’t enjoy exams—but handing that exam in felt, in a way, like closing the cover on a chapter in my life. The last five years of my life have been largely defined by getting up, going to class, doing the reading, writing the papers, preparing for and writing exams… And now, just like that, it’s done. No “next semester” to think about, no future classes to select and register for. “Just” a monster paper to write, and the typical uncertainties and anxieties most people at this stage of the game feel about the future.
Don’t get me wrong. It does feel good to be done this stage of the journey, and maybe it’s two weeks of accumulated sleep deprivation talking more than anything. I still have a lot of work to do before I actually graduate, so whatever “ended” yesterday will still have to be followed up by a significant amount of reading, writing, hours holed away in a library… in other words, activities that will bear a striking resemblance to those that have occupied the last five years of my life. Still, it was a little strange yesterday. Not sad, tragic, sentimental, moving, dramatic, climactic, or any other such thing. Just… strange.
(For those wondering about the atypical nature of this post, fear not! I promise to curtail discussion about my “feelings” in future posts, and will endeavor to return to my usual flights of abstract speculation in the coming weeks…)