One More Semester to Go

I finally feel like saying that this semester is over. I received more than I had bargained for, but the results were close to making me happy. I guess I have the tendency of expecting from myself a bit more than I can give. Which is good, most of the time.
I've never had so many essays to write... I'm not even complaining about the exams, although there were a few, because the number of essays just overwhelmed me. A good friend asked me for an approximate number of papers I wrote, and I calculated a mere 18 big ones and about 30 small ones. On the other hand, this is my last year, so what was I expecting?
Next semester I'll "only" have four courses, one consisting in my Specialization paper, which I've already started working on. I have to register for Graduation (I'll never understand why you have to pay in order to graduate, not that it really matters), and in April I should be able to say that I'M DONE. Then, in June, there'll be the Graduation Ceremony, which I'm anxiously looking forward to. I'll finally be able to say that after 8 years of... being away (from where?), I managed to get the diploma I'd been longing for for so long. It made me emotional talking to professors and counselors about me graduating. Some of my friends don't seem to care about that specific moment, but I do.. The only thing missing will be my mom and some of my friends, whom I wish could be there... but they'll get to see photos and videos.
I don't know why I'm rambling now about all this... there's time. Maybe I just need to release some of the emotions that have been building inside of me for the last months. I can hardly wait to be able to say: "I've made it!".