Lasts

Today I sat through my last undergrad class.
There are so many lasts right now: last English paper, last class, last package to pick up from the mail centre, last time shopping at my local fruit market here...
But somehow, they don't really seem to register with me. I had my last class, and--even knowing it was the last--it seemed like any other class. I waited for some sense of loss or happiness or even surreality, but it didn't come. That's how almost all "lasts" seem to be. I left the classroom, like I always do, and the fact that I would not be going back next week didn't phase me because I know next week I'll be doing what next week brings.
It makes me feel sort of broken. Like I should be weepy or thrilled or nostalgic (or preparing to be nostalgic), like the other graduates seem to be. But I'm not. -shrug-
Anyway.
Just some musings.