"If you use that particular French phrase, you may need to say, 'pardon my English'..."

[guitardork13]

Do I really have finals next week?  And then I'm done?

No more psycho[chiatrist] professors?
No more waking up at 8:30 for 8 am classes?  
No more cow heart dissection photo shoots?
No more rush-hour traffic on I-95 with the minivan?
No more teacher-given examples of "class-action suits" involving Viagra?  
No more 2 am IM discussions with SoCal friends about "no-factual-sources-allowed" essays?  
No more personifying frappuchino bottles? 
No more frantic digging through the used-movies section at Blockbuster?
No more throwing toy cars for dramatic effect?
No more Wikipedia worship?  
No more Ringo Starr analyses or Hillary Clinton jokes?
No more random nickname creations?
No more bringing peanut butter jars to school in protest?
No more painting my toenails at stoplights?
No more philosophical arguments in the middle of English class?

Awww.