Now what?

Three and a half pages left to write in the morning, proofreading, then three hours of class and I'm done. How strange. This is really it. Graduation was Friday afternoon, and it was nice. It wasn't a real graduation; they preferred to term it a "recognition ceremony," but it had the feel of a graduation, even if I won't get my diploma until the end of September. So now what? I've been in school for the last eighteen years, and I don't have a job yet, so I'm kind of in limbo land. I haven't even gone to my last class yet, and already I feel as though there is something missing, some important part of my life that will suddenly be gone. I'm stuck in the liminality of it all!