Karlene = no more class

I've been doing school for seventeen years straight. That's pretty much my whole existence. I just finished my last class. When I'm done with finals on Tuesday, what will I do with myself? I don't know how not to be in school. That's not an option in my brain. Working life has its perks, but gaah it seems so mundane. Working 9-5, going to the same office, seeing the same people, even waking up at the same time! Goodness, I can only take so much routine. I can appreciate knowing what to expect, but everyday the same thing,please, no wonder so many people go crazy. I think it's those flickering office lights, they have to affect people's brains. I'm not going to be able to just skip work because I want to. That is not allowed. Actually, I've never called out of a job. I went to work with pneumonia, because my mom said I had to, but, I also couldn't take the guilt of calling in. Hopefully college has taught me that calling in everyonce in awhile is ok. Maybe that's biggest thing I've learned from college: how to do just enough to get by. Not that that's new to my life. College just perfected the skill. Also, my friends are all dispersing and we all will no longer live within a mile of each other. And, I won't be able to go out wednesday, thursday, friday, and saturday anymore. I know this sounds like my previous post, but, growing up sounds awful. I like my freedom. I like that my parents support me. I like interesting classes. I like my friends. I like my roommate. I do not like my life in a week and a half sounding like a miserable existance. Whoever is excited for graduation is nuts. Or, I'm just a pesimist.