It's done.
46 pages of text. 20 pages of images. 2 pages of Works Cited. 15 gazillion pots of coffee. The week from hell.
It was hell trying to print it off, get the images photocopied, and turn it in - I honestly felt like the world was trying to teach me a lesson. Maybe it was just giving me time to let go.
I honestly feel kind of like I've lost my best friend. Or my right arm. Or that really annoying neighbor it turns out you'll miss more than you thought you did.
Am I sane?
It was hell trying to print it off, get the images photocopied, and turn it in - I honestly felt like the world was trying to teach me a lesson. Maybe it was just giving me time to let go.
I honestly feel kind of like I've lost my best friend. Or my right arm. Or that really annoying neighbor it turns out you'll miss more than you thought you did.
Am I sane?