Thursday night I was up late, very late, trying to finish up some class work. I snagged a couple hours sleep between something like 5 and 7. For breakfast I had a can of Hormel chili. Did I mention I slept in my office?
Friday, with an occasional break to rest my eyes, I pretty much busted my ass all day. Around 7PM, the last page of my last assignment slid from the printer I love to hate. I compiled the stack of work. I finagled a few staples through the corner of the 30ish pages. I walked 5 feet to my TA’s desk. Then, at the last minute of the last day, I turned in the last assignment of my last class that I need to graduate. And nothing happened.
There was no trip to the bar. No crazy party. I didn’t pound Jagerbombs and piss on my laptop.
I got some Chinese food. I drank a beer. I was in bed by 10.
Not having classes on the horizon is unsettling.
[...] It seems to be how life goes. Events that were climatic in the past become less so every future iteration. No matter, congrats to Nobrainer for getting another degree (even if it wasn’t from Clemson). [...]