Hey, body! We're done, remember?

Woke up at 6:50 with my standard finals panic attack. Now, fifteen minutes later, I still can't shake the feeling that I've done or am about to do something terribly wrong. This is lasting even longer than my actual finals panics - maybe because I wasn't able to sit down and start studying something to remind myself that I'm going to be okay.

Despite the panics, finals weren't too awful this semester (*knock on wood*). Now I'm doing laundry, packing, and getting my journal stuff together this week. I am supposed to lead my first meeting with the journal "bigwigs" (our faculty advisers) on Friday, and then Saturday I turn around and go to Chicago. Summer is so close I can taste it! I wanted to go swimming yesterday after my final, but it turns out summer isn't that close.

2 years down, 1 to go!