And that, as they say, is that.
After getting fucked by J.S. Mill one last time in my undergraduate career, checking the payoffs in an extensive form game theory problem for the fifth time, and getting the hell out of 155 Dwinelle, I'm done. Really done.
My aunt's picking me up sometime within the hour to go down to Fresno and spend time with her and my cousin for a few days. Maybe I'll process this whole graduating thing. Maybe not. I kind of wish my last final had been for a class I actually enjoyed. I practically started crying when I handed in my Presidency final, but this one just made me really relieved that I can forget how to calculate a bootstrapped standard error or find the rollback equilibrium of a game until grad school.
I feel like I ought to reflect. I imagine I will soon enough. But for now, I'm just looking forward to spending a few days reading in my aunt's backyard.
My aunt's picking me up sometime within the hour to go down to Fresno and spend time with her and my cousin for a few days. Maybe I'll process this whole graduating thing. Maybe not. I kind of wish my last final had been for a class I actually enjoyed. I practically started crying when I handed in my Presidency final, but this one just made me really relieved that I can forget how to calculate a bootstrapped standard error or find the rollback equilibrium of a game until grad school.
I feel like I ought to reflect. I imagine I will soon enough. But for now, I'm just looking forward to spending a few days reading in my aunt's backyard.