I. Am. Done.
Finished. The end. No more homework. No more exams.
I’m having a hard time wrapping my mind around this fact.
I am now officially a Junior. Assuming I didn’t fail any of my classes, which I know for a fact I didn’t (and I may have a shot at getting As in every class this semester? wut.) This is a beautiful feeling.
…it is also kind of a literal miracle that I survived this semester, especially the past few weeks. I have no idea how it happened. However, now that it’s over, I have a feeling that my body is just going to crash in earnest and I’m going to actually die now.
So. I give you all my love. Don’t put “killed by homework” on my gravestone. You can do “killed by sleep deprivation” instead.
Now if you’ll excuse me I’m going to stop partying and go crash in my bed and sleep for a very very long time, and then I am going to pack up my life, and then…
I am going home.
Hope College, I have absolutely no sad feelings about leaving you right now. Good riddance. My kitties, my snow, my mountains, my family, and my wood fireplaces are calling me. You have no claim on my attention any longer. Tschüss.
To quote The Bro: I’m out. Peace.