Standing on the edge of summer

Two more finals, one in less than ten hours. In additionally to studying and reading chapters for the first time, I also have an 8-page paper that I have yet to start due at the same time. No sleep for the wicked, at least not tonight. After my final tomorrow, I'll nap for a few hours and I might pull another all-nighter, depending on how fucked I think I really am.

I am not going to miss this at all.

Originally, I expressed sadness at graduating from UCLA, because I reflected on all the things I could've done differently, all the things I didn't get a chance to do, and all the friends and lifestyle I'd be leaving behind.

I imagined myself bowing out more gracefully, but at least now I have something palpably negative to associate with this school. If anything, this final quarter here has all but destroyed whatever sentimental ruminations I might've developed a few months ago.

Dear soon-to-be alma mater:

Fuck U(CLA). You're the high-priced prostitute that's overstayed her welcome in my life.

Back to studying.