Near the End

Tomorrow is my last day of summer classes. Tomorrow is my last day of science. EVER. Do not offer me two million tax-free dollars to take another four-credit class in the Life Science Building, I will turn you down. I favor sanity over money, thank you. And yes, I really was going insane this session. I kept wondering if the people sitting in front of me in biology could see the power point properly. Problem #1? No one has ever sat in front of me in biology. Problem #2? ... Sitting in FRONT of me would mean they wouldn't have to worry about seeing AROUND me. That happened at least five times, in one class. Insanity.

I won't even get into the waking nightmares I've been having regarding my lit class. No, not funny-ironic "Ugh a two hour class!" type of 'nightmare'. Real weird nightmares about that paper I cranked out Monday night. Spooky stuff. Thanks, Poe!

In exactly three weeks I will turn twenty-three.

In eight months I will earn my second degree.

In a year I will venture out for my third.

I'm growing up too fast! Can I take a weekend to swing on the swings and drink Kool-Aid through Krazee Straws with my friends, trying to make each other laugh so hard it comes out our noses? Is it ok that I still do that anyway?

Time to finish my lit final, and pretend to study my science notes. I can't wait to have some stress-free time with my brother while he's in town. Not that I've been stressing around him anyway, we're too busy laughing about farts and poo.