And ten hours of writing papers and translating later, I am DONE, baby! I still have one more exam to go, but it's one I'm not worried about. In fact, I may even enjoy it, as far exams go. Oh and then there's that independent study I have to do in the summer but it's writing a personal essay, and as far as writing personal essays goes, I may enjoy that too.
And then I'm graduated. Done done done, and I wouldn't have thought I'd be so glad. Already a hundred other things I have to do are making their way into my mind, but tonight I fully intend to eat a milkshake from Cookout and watch an episode of ER, and that's it. Sounds glorious, yeah?
What else is there? It's been a week almost. Saturday I did this great thing called Oozeball. Volleyball in the mud. I can't tell you how much volleyball I played this past summer. And it's a well known fact that playing it barefoot in the mud and getting down right filthy is the best way to do it. I felt like I was about eight. We lost, but we lost covered from head to toe in mud. Obligatory picture (for those of you on facebook, whoops):