A few hours ago I finished a final paper. This was a little more than a final paper…it was the final paper that I ever have to write for a required class. (Disclaimer: I do have one more class that I’ll be taking which does require a paper – though not the same kind of paper that most academic courses require.)
This was exciting, but also kind of strange in a way. This was my 15th finals week at the university level (undergrad and grad). It has always been somewhat of a stressful time filled with exams and papers and presentations.
However, this does not mean that it’s all over. I’ll still be grading finals (both this semester and moving forward as I continue teaching), and I’ll still be writing a lot (though not necessarily always “finals”).
So while in some ways it’s a little weird to think about being done with finals, I’m actually not done with finals. I have to grade this semester and future semesters. I’m also on a career path where writing and reading are two of the main tasks that I’ll be focusing on.
So goodbye finals. Sort of. But not really. You’re a part of my life.
So I guess I’ll see you next semester. Same time as always.