For the past two and a half years, Tuesdays have consisted of leaving the house before three pm and not returning until after ten. Homework, papers, midterms and finals. Group projects and lots of stress. Missed baseball games and bedtime stories.
We got out at 6pm and as I drove home, the fact that it was almost over started to sink in.
I felt giddy with excitement. Like, last-day-of-high-school-giddy. I wanted to roll down my windows and shout to the world, "I am free!" (cue Newsboys song).
Instead, I got home and threw my bookbag to the ground and had a snack with Isabel and Gabe. We snuggled up on the couch and watched a couple of Supernatural episodes. And it was awesome.
Next Tuesday, at 2:30 pm, I will officially be finished. And I can't wait!
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