Coming to an end

It saddens me that this semester is coming to an end. I love this class and especially the teacher and all that she's taught me. I loved getting to know some of the students as well. I wish that there was a part two so that I could continue. It feels like a novel or even a movie that I've watched and loved. When it's over I want there to be a part two. I'm not done, I want more. I don't feel like this in most, if any of my other classes. Usually I am so glad it's over and that I get to choose new classes. Not that the teacher's in the other classes aren't good but because I probably just got overwhelmed and need a break. I guess like the saying goes: All good things must come to an end. I'll try to remember the other part of the saying though, but the next experience awaits.