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I had a fleeting thought as I drove north on I35 yesterday, "If I don't leave Waco, will the semester have to end?" I've secretly been using the spring semester as a cushion for my future, knowing that even if it was my, ahem, senior year, I still had another semester after the fall. And that's still true today, but saying goodbye to Fall 2009 was hard. And as embarassing as it might be, yes, a few tears were shed in the car on the way home. I can't hide from time or change- just make the most of both. Time marches on, and so must I.