i just finished my last class i'll ever take for my phd and i don't know how to feel about it!! next semester will be the very first semester i will not be taking a class and in so, so, so many ways i'm going to miss it. it feels weird knowing that i won't be learning something from a professor or a teacher in a classroom setting. and maybe it's too soon to know for a fact if it's a relief and something i'm ready for or if it's a terrifying to consider and i want to do anything in my power to sit in a class again bc i still have to write up my final papers and i still have to make it to the end of the semester, but either way i know i'm standing close to the edge of something, running towards something and i don't know what's on the other side of it. and it's terrifying and exhilarating and melancholic all at the same time