So about my last final. I need to get 6 questions right in order to pass the class. I doubled that. Before you judge me too harshly please know that I'm getting As in everything else.
Right. Now go about your judging.
How do I feel at the end of my junior year of college? It's pretty much the same feeling you get on your birthday, but without the cake. I'm still me, just in a different phase. I feel like this semester went so fast, and if someone told me finals were a dream and we actually had a month of classes left I wouldn't even question it.
So the fact that I will be starting new classes on Monday doesn't even phase me, which is crazy, cause in years past the thought of Spring term made me want to cry*. But right now I am honestly so happy that I will be in school. And that I will be working 30 hours/week.
Why is this? I don't even know. I'm just so happy that I'm going to be kept busy. I love the feeling of productivity. I love being absolutely exhausted at the end of the day because you know you put in the work.
So what am I trying to say here? I don't even know. I guess I'm just pretty content with my life at the moment.
*For those of you who don't know me personally, I think we should get this out there: I don't actually cry. Ever. Or almost ever. When I say that I cried about something it means that I was overly annoyed/distraught/or unhappy. Or the thought of doing something was completely loathsome. There were no actual tears.
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