Surreal

There was no fanfare or champagne cork popped or choir singing this afternoon, but at 2:27 p.m., my entire world changed. Sort of.

2:27 p.m. was the time, according to Outlook, that I sent off an email declaring that I had finished the final deliverable of my MBA. Classes finished less than an hour and a half before that, and in true Darden style, the final class was epic. Two students did a presentation "summarizing" all of the learning from the course - though if you replacing "summarizing" with "mocking", you would have a better idea of how the presentation went down.

So I'm done. Pinch me. I thought that the news of being finished would entice me to sprawl out on the grass and read something truly frivolous. Instead, since procrastinating is something that only needs to be done when there is something to procrastinate from, I didn't take it easy and instead made a dessert for my potluck (Nanaimo bars - a Canadian treat - in case you're curious), tidied up all the areas of my apartment that got bogged down with exam clutter and folded all my laundry before heading off to my evening events.

For more than three months, I get to live without setting an alarm clock, and without feeling pressure to perform in any way, shape or form. This will probably be the last time in my life that I have that luxury - the luxury of no email coming in on my phone that demands my attention (it'll switch from "can you do X on the group project" to "the client needs that analysis by the morning") and nothing that will bring out the competitive nature that drives me to not be a slacker. I've got more trips lined up in TripIt than I've ever had slotted at one time, and it all promises to be very exciting. (Stay tuned for posts from: Outer Banks, DC, Boston, Iceland, England, Wales, Ireland, Scotland and Canada!)

I'm just ignoring the fact that the next few weeks are going to be filled with way too many goodbyes.