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Last semester, on the brink of semestral break, I had a dream of sitting in a lawn chair by a deserted road side under a summer sun, surrounded by peach trees and color. For some reason, several of my friends and two of my professors were there. We were all talking about nothing at all.
With that said, I'm glad it's over. I may be back here on campus, squinting once more at a dim laptop screen as I type this and wait for somebody to come around, but it's done. My final requirements in En101 are waiting to be delivered the moment I can get off my lazy ass. My Western Lit II paper has been tossed over to a beloved group mate for fixing. And then we're finished.
Finished.
That word can take on so many meanings.
I should be happy. I should be bouncing all over the place. But quiet elation will do. Relief will do. Going home and later leaving to watch my younger brother graduate from the 7th grade will do. Celebrating it will do.
Done. Done, done, done.
Somebody give me a cliff. I need to do a little gospel talk with the big man and the sky.
With that said, I'm glad it's over. I may be back here on campus, squinting once more at a dim laptop screen as I type this and wait for somebody to come around, but it's done. My final requirements in En101 are waiting to be delivered the moment I can get off my lazy ass. My Western Lit II paper has been tossed over to a beloved group mate for fixing. And then we're finished.
Finished.
That word can take on so many meanings.
I should be happy. I should be bouncing all over the place. But quiet elation will do. Relief will do. Going home and later leaving to watch my younger brother graduate from the 7th grade will do. Celebrating it will do.
Done. Done, done, done.
Somebody give me a cliff. I need to do a little gospel talk with the big man and the sky.
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