Two cinnamon rolls, five finals, two portfolios, one "I just want my sister to be home and hang out around the Christmas tree with her already" emotional breakdown, an average of three cups of tea and coffee per day, one call per day to each parent, zero glasses of wine, two broken car batteries, one 24-hour clinic visit, five separate sheets of paper written on for one in class final, two bags of candy, and countless number of grilled cheeses made.
Somehow, every time finals are over I can't help but think how anti-climatic the ending is.
Where is Joseph Gordon-Levitt with some Hall & Oates when you need him right?
The limp across campus to the car half dead after your last final just doesn't really do it justice. Not even a fist pump could be had.
Strangely, though, as I logged onto my computer just now after sleeping for a delightful three hours after my last 8am final, the thing that made me smile and text my mother in all caps was exiting out of every single tab on my browser related to Ecology and T.S. Elliot. There were a lot of tabs.
With only Facebook and Blogger up on my computer I say, see ya later Fall Semester 2013.