Four years, 140 credits, and many thousands of dollars later, I graduated from this place. Ah how great it feels, right? Well, kind of.

Goshen College wasn't the only institution holding graduation ceremonies two weekends ago. Many of my friends were also finishing finals and receiving their diplomas. Except many of them actually graduated.

Much to my chagrin, I noticed many Facebook status updates along the lines of: "It is finished," or "finally!" or "packing for home!"

While I finished editing the last issue of the Record, completed finals, and packed for home, reality was still at bay: May term was yet to come.

I haven't been on campus for May term since my first year. Sophomore year I returned from SST in Cambodia and completed an internship during May at home in Pennsylvania. Last year I went on the Business in Spain trip to Barcelona.

So far, May term is what I remember. Early mornings, long class sessions, and a constant internal urge to be outside. Which, thankfully, I do have plenty of time to do. I actually just got back from a nice work out. And I have an intramural volleyball game later today.

But this May term feels different from what I remember my first year. For one, I'm living off campus, so impromptu football games aren't as frequent. More than that, I'm graduated. I've walked across the aisle, shook President Brenneman's hand, and signed the "book" (a longstanding Goshen College tradition).

This year it is more than a constant urge to be outside. The Friday before graduation, I received a message that I landed a one-year internship with Sojourners in Washington, DC next year. And many of my friends are already home for the summer.

Alas, I have one more class to go. I must remember that Sojourners won't start until September; my friends will still be at home in two weeks; and I need my Humanities class credit in order to get my real diploma. After all, that one we got at "graduation" was a blank sheet of paper. So it is finished, kind of.