This afternoon I gave my final presentation for my cataloging class, meaning I am done with the penultimate quarter of my graduate career. Perhaps it's the fact that I still have another quarter left, but I don't feel any sense of regret over the pending end of more than twenty years of school.
What I do feel sad about, now that I don't have other super-urgent matters looming (for the moment), is that the plays are done. I feel a bit let down--that I've been looking forward to this past weekend for the past two and a half months, and now it's come and gone and I can't look forward to it anymore. I want to do it again. And again and again and again. I'm thinking that once we move to Davis, I want to get involved in some kind of community theatre. You know, with all the free time I usually have.
We'll see if this desire lasts beyond my current state of post-production nostalgia.