Realized this week that this is the last spring semester's worth of syllabi I'll ever pick up — one more term of undergrad, mostly capstone stuff at this point, light course load, no new subjects to actually learn. Strange, low-grade feeling all week, not bad exactly. Like standing at the edge of a long hallway that's about to open up into a much bigger room with no marked doors in it. Going to keep working at the store, keep going on the project, same as always. Just noting that the shape of "always" is about to change in a structural way even if the day-to-day doesn't look any different yet.