It hasn't really sunk in yet.
I had my last class as an undergraduate today: a women and gender studies/anthropology seminar class. We got out a few minutes early, and because I was in a hurry to watch IO in her dance class showcase, I nearly ran out of the room.
I still don't feel anything. Maybe it's because I still have an exam? and a lab report, and a term paper to turn in? I don't feel nostalgic, only excited for the next few weeks and ready for the end of summer already, when I will be settling into a new city, with new people to meet and new classes to attend and maybe even a dog.
In my fiction class, everyone recommended a book for the class, and now I have a ready-made summer reading list. I've also borrowed a book from PJ of Lorrie Moore's short stories, Birds of America.
Everything is rolling downhill, gathering speed and moving quickly toward the end.