final(s) week

Classes are officially over, and finals week is in full swing. B has a take home final due Tuesday at 2pm, and a sit down final on Thursday that ends at 6pm. And then that's it. Graduation is Sunday.

I keep thinking about what happens after Sunday. What does it mean to be done? Because it some ways it feels like it isn't done. There still is not job offer. And 55 days left on our lease.

Last year at this time there wasn't a job offer either. I know that it can happen fast. And I suspect that is how it will happen again.

For those who don't know, B went into finals week last year (spring quarter) without an internship. He got a phone call on Tuesday, spent Wednesday interviewing and had an offer in his hand Thursday afternoon. On Friday we were rushing around to find a FedEx drop off in Hyde Park because according to the Dean of Student's Office, they felt safer leaving a piece of paper certifying that B was enrolled as a student in the mail folders versus mailing it. No, they really said that.

So B finished his finals, had his job all lined up, and even got a week to 'relax'. I put that in quotes because, there is always that stuff you have to take care of that got neglected during the course of the quarter. In our case, the car needed to be serviced before it starting making that daily commute to the suburbs. And there is always laundry, cleaning and grocery shopping.

The Parental Unit arrives on Thursday. Not sure when the rest of the family will get here. We still haven't figured out what to do with them. Making plans is sometimes so pointless as they seem to enjoy changing them at every turn. It is ridiculous.

Why do I get this feeling that after Sunday we shift into yet a whole other realm of time? Somehow I have this feeling things are going to pass by even more quickly. How is that possible?

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