Critter Comix Week 15 !

There’s something weird about this point in the semester. Everything is almost over, but not quite, and you can feel it in the classroom.

You start to notice how empty it’s getting: fewer people show up each week, the seats that used to always be taken are suddenly open, and no one really lingers anymore. Everyone’s tired, busy, already halfway out the door.

And the professor is still there. Still showing up, still teaching, still trying to fill the space the same way they did at the beginning…. there’s something kind of sad about it; not in a dramatic way, just quiet. They’re still there, even if everyone else has left.

It makes you realize how temporary everything is. At the start of the semester, this class felt like a fixed part of your life, something you just showed up to without thinking. And now it’s slipping away, piece by piece, without any real moment marking the end.

One day you’ll just stop going. Not because you don’t care, but because it’s over. And that room, that routine, that specific version of your life just disappears.

It’s strange how something so ordinary can feel a little heavy when you realize you won’t come back to it. And I always find myself feeling bad for the professors left behind.