Finito

I had two exams in two days. One written, one practical.

I studied all weekend. Wrote the written exam on Monday. The practical exam was at 8:00 am this morning. I was home by noon.

What a weird day. 4 months of hard work capped with 4 solid days of fussing and stressing and being intensely focused on one thing, and then, poof, it's over practically before breakfast. I came home and walked in circles for an hour, trying to dispel the large knot of excess energy that had taken up residence in my stomach. Then I... I don't even know what I did. The rest of the day passed in a haze. I paced. I slept on the couch. I drank a hot buttered rum and gazed blankly at the television.

I have a day off tomorrow. A grad ceremony on Friday. The grad ceremony seems weird somehow. It's only a 4 month course. A very intense 4 months, but still just 4. A big ceremony (one at which I have to give a speech by the way) seems like overkill somehow. And on the other hand, I feel like I can just barely remember what my life was like before I started this course, it's been so all consuming, and to let the end pass without a marker more public and full of pomp than snoozing on the couch while a hot buttered rum becomes cold and greasy also seems weird.

So I'm done. And now I guess I'm supposed to figure out what I want to be when I grow up, so to speak. Huh. How about that.

I think first I'll go on vacation. That seems like the grown up thing to do.