Provided you won't go to jail for it!
Nearing the end of my final semester at a community college, the work is piled in astromical amounts. Unforeseen because of unarned status (and part of it due to the fact that my teachers forgot to teach up until now), I am now in the grasp of stress. The only thing keeping my sanity is my girlfriend's constant reminder to me to play more video games and relax (love you, dear!), griefing, and the occational serious round of something.
I can't wait to follow the same suit into a different, progressively harder college next semester. I can thankfully draw enjoyment: it marks the leave of my homestead.
Thank. Fucking. God.
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