I have a hard time with endings…
One of the reasons I don’t like to read fiction is because I’m so sad when the book ends and I have no way of knowing what happens next in the lives of these characters who I become so involved with during my time with them.
Sometimes I feel the same way about movies… although to a lesser extent.
I think I almost cried after the series finale of Friends.
I know it’s silly. It’s just a TV show. But I’m not good with endings. I become easily attached… even to fictional characters.
This difficulty with endings is, of course, intensified when it comes to real life. I can’t get this off my mind right now because today I had my Hebrew final exam (which I feel as though I gave the whooping that it deserved). Final exam means no more Hebrew classes. Now, while this may seem as though it should be a joyous occasion, it actually makes my heart kind of sad. It was such a great class. I looked forward to this class every Tuesday and Thursday. Only 7 of us… what what a fun group. Today, when we finished the exam we all stood around in the hallway reminiscing about the semester, complaining about the obscure vocab on the exam, and just having a good time (in a Hebrew geek kind of way). And then we walked away. And it was over. And I know it’s just a Hebrew class but I will definitely miss it.
Admittedly, this class even comes close to the good old days with Bodner, Rachie, Mike Jones, Lewis, Fulford, etc. MacDiv is really starting to grow on me and this year went far too fast.
I have only one paper left to hand in and then I will officially be done my course work for my MA. Only a thesis left to go.
Well, my dearest Intermediate Hebrew class… anybody up for some Aramaic?