Finished!

I am officially done as a college sophomore. Every class finished; every test taken; every project completed.

There's a lot of moving going on. Lots of vehicles parked illegally in the fire zone so its occupants won't have to carry heavy things as far. Moms, Dads, Boyfriends, Girlfriends, Sisters, and Brothers are all out helping their loved ones move out.

I know I've said this before, but I don't want to leave.

I need to pack up the little things and take them out to my truck. I need to clean some things up so I can check out of my room tomorrow.

But all I want to do is crawl into my bed and pull the covers up over my head.

Is that a bad thing?