Beginning of the End

Last night I was the first class of the last course of my Graduate education. I did not have that bubbly feeling that often accompanies the beginning of class. This is the last push. I'm trying to find my excitement. I'm trying to find my zeal, for by subject. But last night for me, more resembled the beginning of the hellish chore that your parents ask you do.

So.
16 class
15 assignments
4 months
1 final exam

Then Boston University will drop the curtain. My education will fade to black. There are people that will ask for an encore. That will only be decided went the show has come to an end.