Being senior is pretty emotionally draining. Aside from all the typical academic and what-am-I-going-to-do-for-the-rest-of-my-life worries, there are times when I walk around campus and think to myself, oh my god, this is the last time I'm going to be on this particular carrel in McCabe library. Ever. Today is the last day I will sit in this chair in Sci 101, dozing off to the drone of microeconomics. Ever.
Forget honors. These constant reminders of "lasts" are scary.
