startending

this week i have the first classes of my last classes

nervous, anxious, excited, freaked and wholly ahhh'ed; i'm ready to turn the page into this chapter of this tome i call my life. long have i waited for this day to come, and endly it is. with new backpack--that's napsack for soo, haircut, and about 3 baggillion pounds put on over the summer, i'm game to walk into class tomorrow morning...mor.n.ing... with hands in air and discourse markers at the ready.

these past few years have seems both quick- and slow-moving; at times leaving me feeling like i'll for ever be a student, and at other times making me feel like it all has rushed past me.

i'm loving it and part of me doesn't want it to end... but i know it will. really, it's not so much ending as it is continuing...naturally. a hatchling first learns to fly before jumping into the unknown, uncertain sky, away from the warmth and comfort of its nest. i too must take what i have learnt and let myself to the wind - i too will catch an updraft and lift upwards. i have not been led astray.

twenty-eight weeks. then, no more safety net - interpreter student.
twenty-eight weeks. then, no more waiting for the day to come - it will be come.
twenty-eight weeks. then, no more whens or ifs - i will be m.e.

countdown to m.e.

at the ready
i wait. hours before i coffee up, packmyback, out the door and down the town.
ready. set. go.

nervous, anxious, excited, freaked and wholly ahhh'ed...

hic extraneus sum