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The Final Countdown Pattern Begins

Today, August 17, 2009 marks one week until my last semester (hopefully!) of my undergraduate career begins.

Needless to say: I'm NERVOUS!

I have four classes left in my quest to become an Aerospace Engineer...holy cow! I feel like I have been at ASU forever, and this last semester, although it will hopefully go by quickly, just feels like an extension of forever.

It's weird to think I may have a real job come December-ish, or at least hopefully, a real degree.

This semester is going to be tough...
> 4 tough, senior level engineering courses
> 2 piano students
> 2 bellchoirs to direct
> NASA UAV project/job
> Parish Council Secretary

AAAHHHHHHHHHHH! Plus, I have decided against paying $300 for a parking pass at ASU, so I will be biking 2.5 miles to the light rail station. This will force me to exercise = win, win for April. Although, this reminds me, I need to locate a comfier seat for my bike.

Let the countdown begin!!

Days left until Graduation: 123
Days Completed: 0
Jobs applied for: 10

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  1. Way to go April!!!! I am so excited for you and your last semester. Good luck on the biking thing. I am tired just thinking about it, but then again I am no longer 20. Yes, that sounds like a good excuse. You will do amazing. I love to tell my girls about your adventures. Savanna loves to read your blog. Sorry about the d-condition. I think mine might be a kid condition, but that is completely brought on by myself and I love it. Hopefully we can provide you with some comic relief at times. Denise

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  2. Hey babe, I'm really excited and proud of you for making it this far. I have no doubt that you will finish this semster and get a great job somwhere. I miss being out there already and I've only been here one day... boo. anywho...

    I love you

    >Chris

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