Wait, when did I become an adult?

I just turned in my last final.  I guess this means I've passed college?  Graduation is on Saturday...it feels really surreal.  In some sense, nothing's really changing--I'll still be doing coursework in the fall, since I'm going to grad school.  In another sense, it's going to be very different.  While I'll still be a student, I'll be doing math all the time.  I may never have to write another paper again.  I've gotten so used to being an English major, and it's going to be strange not to have assigned reading and writing.

I can't believe it's been four years already.  I think in some ways I never expected college to end.  Of course I knew I would graduate, but it was always such a distant thing that I only really considered it in the abstract.  I've changed a lot since I got here.  If you had told me on the first day of freshman year that I would go to grad school for math, I would have laughed in your face.

I really love it here.  I'm so proud of my school, of how good-hearted and passionate and smart and unconcernedly dorky all my classmates and professors have been.  I'm going to miss it a lot.  And ityellsback, you've been a splendid roommate, and I will miss talking about fandom and bugs and feminism when we should have been sleeping.