This always happens.  I get so excited to be done with finals and school and for it to be summer, and then I blaze through my last test, march up to the front of the class and turn it in, burst through to the outdoors and the sun and my freedom, walk about three blocks, and then start thinking…now what?  I don’t know what to do with myself.  Laze around on the couch?  For once, I’m the first one done of my friends and roommates.  Also, I have to work at 6am tomorrow so I can’t exactly “go out”. 

I do have a festival to get ready for, but that basically only requires dancing around my room and gathering up the 4 or 5 dresses I’m going to be living in for the next 5 days, throwing everything in a tote bag, and praying for beautiful weather in Tennessee.  If this is a preview of how boring my jobless summer is going to be…well…I guess I can handle it; I’ll just have to start getting a little creative. 

Point is, I’m done with school!  Woot!  And it feels pretty much exactly how I thought it would.  Actually, it doesn’t feel that great.  It feels good to have NOTHING TO DO, but in retrospect, I didn’t really hate this quarter at all. 

Whatever.  Time to laze.  And not feel bad about it.