The Countdown Continues, Pt. V

Two weeks to go.

12 papers down, two more to go. Luckily for me, the one is already just-over-halfway to finished (thanks to another all-nighter), and I’ve already done the research and come up with a thesis for the other. I just have to get through two more papers, and the exam on the 10th. And then I will be free.

After all the crazy of the last few weeks, I think I can finally sorta see the light at the end of the tunnel. Whether that means I’m dying or getting near the end of the year is unclear, however. *head-desk*

I mean, I’ve spent more time on campus than I have in my own bed in the last week. (Granted, that’s not hard — sleep has become a beautiful fantasy as of late.) All I can say is Thank God for my nook. (No, I’m not talking about one of those stupid e-reader thingies.) I have a darling little study nook on campus, a little undiscovered country that other people don’t know about, and that I’m not revealing here. The bottom line is that the nook is my ideal study zone — cozy and small enough to facilitate focus, but with enough workspace to spread out my textbooks and notes and laptop and tea without feeling cramped. There’s also lots of light, and comfortable seats. Most importantly, there aren’t other people.

Usually, noise doesn’t bother me, although I will definitely go on record saying that quieter is better when it comes to studying. But other people? Fucking forget it. They don’t have to be loud — just having other people in my study space annihilates my concentration. And considering the fact that my focus is pretty fragile right now, I don’t need other people making it any harder to get my shit done.

But, yes. It’s almost over, and I don’t know if I have ever been more thankful for that. I’m like, resisting the urge to count down the days. (Only 11 left!!!!!!!) Okay, rephrase: I’m resisting the (very demanding) impulse to engage in compulsive-mad-squee-on-the-internets in a daily countdown.

One more week of class. Two more papers. Studying. And then one exam. And then I get to run naked in the streets screaming “I’m FREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!”

Assuming, of course, that I am still capable of being conscious at the end of all this. (Which probably a rather large assumption to make, but seriously — dream big or go home.)

I think this goes without saying, but as we live in a world of rampant asshattery, please allow me to state for the record: this is my intellectual property. As such, please do not copy, circulate, edit, alter, take credit for, or otherwise appropriate this material without my express permission. Thank you.

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