Apr 17, 2008 17:43
I really should not be allowed to peruse used bookstores while carrying a large amount of money, because I cannot control myself.
I went in looking for something by Albert Camus, and I left with William Blake's Songs of Innocence and Tropic of Cancer by Henry Miller. (lol @ the irony of those choices)
Only one exam to go. I am pretty neutral about my first four, knowing at least that I for sure haven't bombed any. History on Monday, and then by noon Tuesday I shall be on my way home with all the contents of my life in tow.
It's an immense feeling of relief, to be finished. I can't say that it's been an entirely satisying experience; but for the most part, I've come to know what I actually want.