Almost there...

Epilogue:

My senior recital was off the hook, my friends. Off. The. Hook.
If you weren't there, be sure to take a moment and hang your head in shame, because as I mentioned before, it was (all together now) off. The. Hook.
Seriously, write down every synonym you can think of for "stupendously awesome," (I don't care that those are actually two words, not one) and blend them into a verbal smoothie of "rock my face off"-ness, and it'll come pretty darn close to the euphoria I am feeling because a) I survived this week with my sanity intact (by the grace of Almighty God), and b) my recital is over and it rocked!
And with that, the most grueling part of my semester comes to a close. I am now only two finals away from finishing all of the coursework required in order to aquire a Bachelor's Degree in Wind Performance from the grubby mitts of the Florida International University.

I'm sure once I have time (time? what is this time of which you speak?), I'll get into the nitty gritty of the experience and write a nice award-wining post about how nice it feels to finally be done and ready to move into the next stage of life, and get all philosophical about the importance of accomplishment, of finishing what you started; and maybe I'll use some fancy vocabulary words so you guys can know I read stuff (ah, the thrill of irony...as I laugh at my own stupid jokes); and maybe it'll be this amazingly bittersweet coming-of-age kind of a mini-memior that my mom will read and cry. Maybe.

Or maybe I'll just finish this post right now because I'm tired and holy cow, it feels so great to finally be done with my senior-flippin'-recital! Ha!

I'm not done yet, but I can see the light at the end of the tunnel, and, Lord willing, it won't turn out to be an oncoming train.

PS: I love Stephanie like a fat kid loves cake.