I would just like to say, in writing, officially, that I have completed the most intense ulcer-inducing sanity-stretching semester I've ever experienced. And while I still have to grade a grandiose stack of papers before Christmas, this is the first time in months that I have virtually nothing to think or worry about school-related.
It's an odd phenomenon.
I've yet to experience the euphoria that supposedly comes with the finish of a semester (the girls upstairs blasting the Party Rock Anthem certainly seem to be engrossed in it). Perhaps it'll hit me once I land safely in Long Beach tomorrow. I'll let you know.
But for now I still feel like Frodo at the end of 'Return of the King'. Everyone is doing this:
But I'm still like this:
Maybe if Aragorn came along and told me, "You bow to no one!" I would feel better.
For those of you who care enough, take note: This is the one and only time I'll ever compare myself to a femmie hobbit.