I have but one word to say: "JEAH!!!!!!" There, I said it. I know, this kind of crass slang can be quite offensive, but it had to be said. Finals are over, as of 4:00 PM yesterday, and quite frankly, it's about damned time. I am feeling this sort of odd mixture of exhileration and relief. I can now legitimately slack off, as all of my responsibilities have been effectively taken care of. Huzzah, say I! So what if I have renaissance fair written all over me. I'm happy, and that's all that matters. Things are well in the world.
Will out.

Welcome Back to the Stage of History

Finals week sucks. I think anybody would agree with that. I have two finals today, French (yawn!), and Karate (almost doesn't count). Tomorrow, though, is going to suck so much that it could almost be made by a major vacuum cleaner manufacturer. I have three finals in a row. First, World at War, then Ethics, and then International Relations. All of these are writing-intensive courses with loooooong tests. It is going to really suck. I will be going non-stop from 10:30 to 5:30. After that, though, I will be free! No more responsibility!
It's rather odd. I have begun to take part in this sort of finals-week ritual in which my room-mate, two guys down the hall, and I play about an hour of Soul Calibur every night before finals. It helps to relieve pent-up aggression and stress, and makes sleep a little easier.
This victory strengthened the soul of Will!