Exam's over. Not that I busted my ass studying or really making any effort in any saintly student sense but it's a tsunami(c)-proportion wave of relief. I am now officially, academically, obligation-free. I'm imagining myself standing proudly on a hill somewhere, shouting to the puzzled public below, "HAHAHAHAHA! ALL YOU SUCKERS WHO HAVE TO DO WORK!".
But Melbourne's mostly flat.
I. Don't. Have. To. Do. Anything.
Anything that will affect my grades and threaten the realization of my yuppie dream, at least.
It's time to recharge and rejuvenate. It's time to knead the spirit into the dough of all things great. It's time to rekindle the flame with your old sensible self. 3 months. That's how long I have to do all the recharging and the kneading and the rekindling. I just hope I don't break a nail and leave it in the dough.
I've been waiting for this all semester. See this semester I have a feeling that something's not going quite right in my life but I can never really get around it due to having to study and finish assignments and actually attend lecture. Okay so maybe not really.
But now I should be able to tackle this in a somewhat full-time way. I'm running out of good (and mostly lame) excuses. I'm not sure if I can come back a new, better, polished person next year. But I know I have to pick the pieces and get on with my life. Or maybe I just want to leave the pieces and get on with my life. I'm not sure which one is better.
Oh well. I have 3 months to figure that out.