Standing on the edge of summer, part two

Just walked out of my second and second to last midterm today, with both my 8-page journal and 8-page paper on economic sustainability turned in, and my sanity intact. As per usual, both assignments were completed last night. Discounting the fact that the journal wasn't double-spaced, I cranked out close to 17 pages worth of writing, managed to brush up on my notes, and squeeze in about two hours of sleep. The word 'awesome' fails to do me justice. I'd say 'fucktard' is a better word, because my actions last night do not impress me. Rather, they make me somewhat fearful for my life.

One more final tomorrow at 2:30pm, with (thank God), no papers or whatsoever due. Just some hardcore studying tonight, getting tore up by most likely, without a glimmer of doubt, the HARDEST goddamn English class I've taken in my life, and then I'm home-free.

I'm so close to being done, I can almost fuck it.