Today I attended the last of my classes of the semester. I've two projects that will be finalized and turned in next week, and one final to take, but the active part of my semester is over. I won't be attending lectures or taking notes until January.
There is always a sense of relief when I reach this point; a letting go of tension. It is a combination of knowing the end it in sight and the realization that there is little I can to to change the outcome of the semester. Yes, my papers and my one final count for a solid percentage of my grade but I've also already put in 13 weeks of hard work. I've laid a strong foundation and if grades were cut off now, I'd likely finish with two A's and one B. I'll come close to that still next week.
This was one of the toughest semesters I've had. It had the heaviest workload and the most in depth course work. I put in many hours and made more than few sacrifices, but I feel good. The time and effort exchanged for knowledge has been a good trade.
After next week, when the last presentation is made and the final exam taken I'll have three and half weeks before I start it all again. I'm already looking forward to it.