the end
....and finally, that indiscriminate hell that was finals is over. I'm having trouble realizing that it's over and I can stop cringing, but I am glad that I don't have to spend my days in a delirious haze typing up more and more papers. I'm pretty sure that was the worst finals period I've been through. (Though I did have a incredibly dorky moment involving the teacher I had a crush on, which made me happy in a sort of bemused, horrified way) Unfortunately, I won't find out if I passed until the 7th, so I'll have to find some way to quiet the gnawing in my soul until then. Anyway, that was my life for the past month, and my body still hasn't gotten over it. I've been waking bright and cheery at 4:30 every morning, which was normal when I had to study. Also, in 2 1/2 weeks of heavy tea drinking, I managed to cultivate a caffeine addiction, the kind that comes with blinding headaches, confirming what I already suspected: My body is completely and utterly useless for any function, whatsoever. Two weeks! Tea! I'm going to make a *fabulous* junkie some day. So I had a nice large, crazy Hispanic Christmas that lasted until 3AM, as usual. And since then I've been biding my time away in the all important ways I haven't been able during the semester: reading Margaret Atwood, eating constantly, jaywalking, and watching ice skating on TV. It is a glorious life I do lead.
I am in NY until the 4th, at which point I return to Oberlin and a visit from Violet. And Connor, Dan's & my homebrew. And the Electronic Music ExCo. And movies with my boss. It will be lovely. Woot. Yes, I just said "Woot". Somebody, shoot me.
I am in NY until the 4th, at which point I return to Oberlin and a visit from Violet. And Connor, Dan's & my homebrew. And the Electronic Music ExCo. And movies with my boss. It will be lovely. Woot. Yes, I just said "Woot". Somebody, shoot me.