A Year of Lasts

I have been telling myself that I'm ready for graduation since this semester began.  I've felt more than ready, really.  I have been counting down the days until I can live homework-free.  However this week is my sorority's initiation week and I've been through it a couple times already, but it's now hitting me that this is my LAST initiation week.
This year, I'll participate in my LAST Greek week.
I'll go to my LAST formal.
I'll attend my LAST homecoming basketball game (at least one where I can be all decked out in spirit).
I'll eat my LAST Fiesta Fuego, Subco, and Cyclone Salad meals.
I'll work at the French table for my LAST international food expo.
I'll buy my LAST Starbucks drink from Donna.
I'll go to my LAST adviser meeting with my amazing, inspiring French prof.
I'll write my LAST 10 page paper in 5 hours in the Rice Library, hopped up on caffeine.
I'll wave my LAST time at the waving bus driver.
I'll work my LAST hour in the Miller Foreign Language Lab.
I'll buy my LAST books in the campus store.
I'll take my LAST elevator ride to the third floor of the LA (because let's face it, I'm not taking the stairs).
I'll complain one LAST time about homework, even though homework is probably the reason I retained any information for the past four years.
I've already registered for classes for my LAST semester.

I know that I can always come back after graduation and relive some of these memories, but it won't be the same.  I'm ready to graduate and be done with school, but I'm still coming to terms with the idea of leaving my life here at USI.
Wish me luck in my year of lasts.