Light At The End Of The Tunnel
It's my birthday today.
I'm 22 years old. I feel ... yeah. Old. Or older, anyway. I've always associated 22 with college graduates, and here I am, not terribly far from being one. It's quite strange, actually; I almost fit a picture I've had since I was ten.
Last final in a few hours! I'm almost looking forward to this one; it's my biochemical engineering final, and I've enjoyed the class all semester. The best part? After that, I'm done. Well, except for one final essay for American lit. Thank goodness.
Back to work. Take it easy, folks!
I'm 22 years old. I feel ... yeah. Old. Or older, anyway. I've always associated 22 with college graduates, and here I am, not terribly far from being one. It's quite strange, actually; I almost fit a picture I've had since I was ten.
Last final in a few hours! I'm almost looking forward to this one; it's my biochemical engineering final, and I've enjoyed the class all semester. The best part? After that, I'm done. Well, except for one final essay for American lit. Thank goodness.
Back to work. Take it easy, folks!
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