Final Final
My left hand is beginning to hate me for being a student and opening the possibility of having three 2 hour all-essay finals in a row from 8am-3pm, which became an actuality.
Or it's just hating that I never accomplished my goal to learn how to write well with both hands.
But, just one more.
I've been saying "just..." for so long now that I don't think I actually believe there will be an end anymore. It will be a shock once I finish this next final to experience the long awaited freedom. It will be kind of like the children of Israel being led out of Egypt, I figure.
"I see my light come shining,
from the west unto the east.
Any day now, any day now...
I shall be released."
Or it's just hating that I never accomplished my goal to learn how to write well with both hands.
But, just one more.
I've been saying "just..." for so long now that I don't think I actually believe there will be an end anymore. It will be a shock once I finish this next final to experience the long awaited freedom. It will be kind of like the children of Israel being led out of Egypt, I figure.
"I see my light come shining,
from the west unto the east.
Any day now, any day now...
I shall be released."