I'm getting old.

I should be finishing my paper on The Secret Life of Bees, but instead I'm writing a long-awaited post to the much-forgotten blog. I've officially lost all motivation to finish this semester, which can mean nothing good, considering I still have the following assignments to complete:

1 8-10 page research paper for Faith in Southern Contemporary Literature
1 packaging design project for fictional company 'Sweet Tooth'
1 final paper for my stupid third year writing class
1 reflection essay on my class participation
1 final examination on Faith in Southern Contemporary Literature
1 group presentation on certainty and ambiguity in current religious thought
1 journal on something I'll have to look up when the time comes to write said journal

Somewhere I'll have to pick up some motivation. If only you could add that to your coffee - instead all I get is shots of peppermint to add to my latte, a concoction I thought I'd enjoy much more than I actually do. I suppose I should just stick with mocha for the time being.

Anyhow, no more classes this semester, just the above mentioned final exams, papers, and presentations. As of Monday of next week, I'll officially be a Senior in College, which might just be the craziest thing ever. Well, maybe not ever. I felt something similar to this after my sister got married - something like disbelief. When did I suddenly get so old? Someone tell me the answer to this question.