across the finish line

I got myself to the Testing Center (TC) pretty early this morning. I hate taking tests on the last day of finals. I don't know why. I just like the idea of having them all done early. I always worry that I'm going to show up the last day of finals and find out the TC is closed. I know, unnecessary worry. Can't help it.

I was about half way through my 100 multiple choices when a girl on the opposite end of the TC (for those who don't know, the TC is a HUGE room just filled to the brim with desks, we're talking like hundreds of people all sweating, coughing and taking tests at the same time) climbs up on her chair and starts waving her test papers in the air, throws her pencil and pretzel bag and shouts,

"I'm finished.... FOOOOREVER!"

She looked ridiculous. The entire room responded with some chuckles and then starting clapping, which turned into cheering. What a brave girl.

I felt the same way. Today I took my last final ever at BYU. The work is far from being over. Student teaching and my internship will be a lot of time and paperwork. But today I did breath a sigh of relief when I handed over my bubble sheet.

I too have finished forever. And kept my dignity at the same time.