And I'll no longer be a student.
Part of me is elated! But part of me is frantic. I feel like I'm losing my identity - like someone is tearing it away from me. I picture that someone as an evil green ogre with long fingernails and lots of warts. I guess I just need to remember that I'm the one that applied for graduation in April, after all. And, if I feel like I've lost part of my identity, maybe that's just a sign that it's time for me to discover a different part of my identity that has been in the shadow of the "student" identity for the past sixteen years.