Tomorrow Spring 2010 courses come out.

Then I get to pick classes for the last time in my educational career. And… I’m ambivalent. I’m highly highly ambivalent.

This might well mark the last year I’m in this country, the last year I get to be within a 6 hour flight of my friends and in the same time zone. THIS IS THE LAST FREAKING TIME I PICK CLASSES!!! If I don’t want to I never have to see the inside of a lecture hall again.

And I couldn’t care less.

For the first time in my life I can’t see past a month ahead. Can’t plan beyond May… it’s a little scary. Since I was 12 I’ve planned my life up to this point and then I guess my 12 year old self just thought it was too much planning and stopped. Or 22 to a 12 year old is just too big a number to comprehend. Probably thought I’d die of old age by then.

I’m at a point in my life that 12 year old Cass did not see coming. How scary is that? What now?