finito
As of about five minutes ago, when I so very slyly stuffed my final portfolio underneath a few others so it wouldn’t look like I was the last one to turn it in, I am done with this semester.
DONE.
Faretheefuckingwell, I say. I learned a lot, but this semester was just way too hard.
And soon the drinking shall commence.
Oh, in case you were wondering, I don’t just have random chats with the likes of Regina Spektor every day. I was interviewing her for an article I’m writing. I was incredibly nervous the whole time, but she was very nice and then at the end, when I could no longer contain myself, I broke into FanGirl and gushed over how much I like her music and how awesome and cool I think she is and that I wish her so much success. She responded, “Wow, that’s so nice! Thank you!” And I couldn’t tell if she was saying, “Wow! That’s so nice! Thank you!” or “Wow! I was not creeped out at all today until I got on the phone with you!”
But who cares? THE SEMESTER IS OVER!
December 14th, 2007 at 9:02 pm
Woot! Congrats!
I wouldn’t have been able to hold out until the end. Because I’m an idiot and would have STARTED the conversation that way.
December 14th, 2007 at 10:00 pm
Wooooooooo!
December 15th, 2007 at 10:54 pm
YAY for semester’s end… I WOULD be done, but these pesky students all up in arms about their failing grades are keeping me more mentally engaged than I’d like to be…
December 16th, 2007 at 1:42 am
thanks, dudes!
HL, it sucks that people don’t fail with dignity anymore. when I failed a course, I knew it was because I fucked it up. students today just seem to argue every less than stellar grade by default.