Last Day of Class

It's Wednesday, it's seven o'clock, and in one hour, I will begin my last class...ever. I'm not even sure what I'm supposed to feel right now; sadness? joy? All I feel is tired. In a few days I might feel something, but then again I might not. Life is strange like that sometimes. Big events, like finishing school can often seem much more momentous when thought about, and then a huge let down when it actually happens. Likewise, a simple act of kindness, or finding an odd object that reminds you of someone can become a pivotal, life-changing moment. So, will today be mundane or pivotal? I suppose, for the most part, it's up to me.