I've been preparing for this year for a while now...the last year of school. It has always been my choice, and really I shouldn't be complaining since I'm going to be 25 and have my masters degree, but I can't help but to jump for joy at the thought of having no more schooling left. I have only taken one short break since elementary school, and one tiny semester working on art exclusively really doesn't count as a break. It's really exciting and then again depressing. I love school, and I especially love getting ready every july for the next semester to start. I'm not afraid of being out there, its just kind of the only thing I know right now. Well, I have two semesters and then we'll just have to see what happens. Fucking a.