To drown in a sea of despair by the name of school work would be incongruous with my future plans. I must graduate from college- not die by its cold, calloused hands. Someone please explain the phenomena of Finals Week to me, because I simply cannot fathom why I would have to study for exams, write a monologue, present a case study on Chimerism, and work my usual shift all at the same time. My head has exploded. The only thing keeping me relatively afloat is the faint dream that at some point next thursday I will be in Disney World hugging Christmas Mickey, eating over priced chicken fingers, and beating small children out of my way up to Space Mountain. Oh, to dream.
My personal moment of zen:
-Estherocket
