Wait.. when?

I have made the sudden realization that my final day of classes will be this Wednesday. Yes, THIS Wednesday. On the day of December 9th, 2009, I will be going to my very last class of my undergraduate career. What will my last class be? A history class? - you ask. Clearly it will be a class concentrating on the Europe and the Reformation! - you might think. Perhaps a course in Ancient Greece? - you wonder.

My final class is tennis.

I'm going to repeat that incase your eyes shot out of focus for a few brief moments.

My very last class at Peace College is TENNIS. I'm not kidding. It is my one and only class on Wednesday. It is how I will wrap up my final day of official classes - on a tennis court, with a $15 racquet from Target.

Upon the realization that my final days of being a student at Peace College is coming to a somewhat bittersweet end, I burst into tears. We're talking about a full on wave of emotion with sobbing to boot! I stood in the middle of my kitchen, my hands covering my face, as a wailed like a little baby. It was when it dawned on me that the years of softball, boozing, Student Government, dorm room hopping, policy making, decision pondering, pot smoking, event planning, paper writing, hooking up, security dodging, party throwing, rule breaking, and sheer life contemplating mixed with crying, laughing, connecting, and Lord-knows-what-else would all be summed up in that final 50 minutes on a tennis court.

Be ready, fellow neon yellow ball whackers as years of changing and growing and realizations come to a head. I'm knocking those damn balls clear to Logan's... and I'm not chasing after them!