The Final Final

Last year, school wasn’t like this.
Sure I had classes at the college, but they were one at a time (which made studying much easier and getting 1 or 2 questions wrong on an exam was a tragedy).

This semester has been different. I’m still living at home, still sleeping in my own bed at night, and still trying to hardcore study and do my best.

I think I may have worked harder this semester than I ever have before. I also had no life.
Let me re-phrase that, my life was consumed with school and it’s demands.

I have enjoyed this semester immensely. There have been some times when I cover my face with a pillow and groan like a sick donkey, but there have been other times when I read passages of my homework reading aloud to share it with my parents.

I know what chiaroscuro lighting is, what an unvoiced-bilabial-plosive is, how to “pot down” a mic, who Max Weber was, and how the pre-modern era viewed ontology.

It’s been quite a ride, and I’ve almost reached the light at the end of this tunnel.

What view awaits me?

light at the end of the tunnel

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I am a 7-year-old​ stuck in a twenty-something's body. I enjoy long walks on the beach and peanut butter on waffles. If the following combinations of letters mean anything to you: OYAN, LotR, F.R.O.G., AiO, OBPC, DIY Then we can be friends. And if not, we still can be friends!

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