It was a beautiful 88 today; and I enjoyed it for all of five minutes as I ran between final exams. Up til three working on a take home final, after not sleeping the night before, turned it in at 11 and had to stick around for a half hour long required lecture (even though we’ve taken our exam and turned in our paper), then ran off to my second final (Africa) which was mostly fine, except I had to run to the disability office halfway through, and had to write the essay in 15 minutes (I should have had 45 minutes) but I had to leave at 2:10 to literally run back across campus to the room next door to Africa and was still five minutes late. I was exhausted, stressed, nauseous and I pretty much collapsed in the chair and starting sobbing. It was undignified and awful. BUT I’M DONE. I’M BLOODY DONE.
Except, oh wait, I still get to go to two classes on Friday, you know, just for the hell of it. This is ridiculous.