With classes. With tests. With essays. With 9:00s. With time management. With that feeling that I should be doing something that I'm not. With that feeling that I could be doing something else more fun. With that guilt that I'm wasting time, or wasting money, or wasting battery life.
Done.
Not only that, but no matter what I got on any of my finals (potentially ranging from the jig-worthy to the I'm-not-checking-those-grades-until-I-graduate), the essay I just got back from my Religion prof has, shall we say, redeemed me of any and all faults in that class. Oh, har har, I am the queen of low humor. But none of me cares right now. I love the world.
<3 spadeALLcross
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