I'm ready to go. I've got my bags packed and my flight plans but some fucker is blocking the runway
I know what I want which is a foreign concept to me. I'm ready to leave. Everyone leaves this place. I love it here. My family is here (I will come back because of them). But I'm ready. All I know is that I have no idea what I'm getting myself into, but that is usually how the pace goes. I feel so extremely young and ignorant, but I am also surprised by how knowledgable I feel.
Finals this week and next. I am confident that I will do well; there isn't another option. This semester has been like no other before. I really pressed my limits this time. We shall see what happens.
And then there is the Colin. All I can say is that dude better get back here quick.
Finals this week and next. I am confident that I will do well; there isn't another option. This semester has been like no other before. I really pressed my limits this time. We shall see what happens.
And then there is the Colin. All I can say is that dude better get back here quick.