I feel the urge to say something profound, but no luck.
I go through my work day (4:25-10PM) hacking through 6 classes, walking up and down the stairs thinking, "only 30 more days of this..." and I'm not sure how I feel about it. One part sad/scared, six parts elated and looking forward to the future. I feel like that's a good ratio.
Leaving for the Philippines on Thursday on this work-sponsored vacation. Returning late Sunday night.
And I leave with a kid quote.
Me: What would you buy with one million dollars?
Kid: A pencil case and mechanical pencil.