Finito
Just today I turned in my last paper due for Spring quarter. Apparently, I'm not the last person in the class to do so. Anyway, I go to his summer school class and hand it to him, and we go and kick it in his office for a minute, and talk and what have you, I mention my intentions to harass him for a letter of recommendation in a year or two (or three...), and he gives me some of Michael's Excellent Snack, and tells me about the fight he had with his "persian princess" and we contemplate together what Emerson would have to say about it, and he concedes that she's a better Emersonian than he is. Then, he glances down at my paper, reads the title, and the thesis, and marks an "A." Which made my grade in the class an A, which means, for the first time in my college career, and the last obviously, I got a 4.0 for the quarter! Oh FUCK YEAH.