finals week

I'm not really worried. Annoyed, perhaps, that the final for my 9:40am class is taking place at unholy 8am, but mostly I feel like I have a good grasp of the material and will do fine on the tests. (Well, one is already past, and I think I got everything; tomorrow's is a little iffier but not much.) What I am is sad. My last time seeing my botany teacher was today, and he was recommending further classes and thanking me for being in class and stuff -- he likes me. I like him, too. And I like Anne, and I won't have any more classes with her either. That's probably why I'm so grumpy.

Of course, I've just realized that it was demonstrated to me today that I don't necessarily lose touch with my teachers. My Shakespeare teacher from last quarter was outside as I left the building today, and we talked for fifteen minutes or so.

Probably I should hurry up and register for next quarter, too. That'll make it feel less like something that's completely over. Bleh. Maybe I need a short mourning period first.