The final leg. It was an amazing feeling. The sense of accomplishment. Just the prospect of going in there to relax, to sleep, to think and to forget. Truly wonderful. Never to be heard of again until results. They could wait. They didn’t matter for weeks. This would be enough. This she could handle. The fun began. The relief. It was great. She couldn’t wait. She’d counted down the days for this and it was finally over. For a semester. A sixth, if you will. She’d get there. They all would. It’d be worth it in the end. She was enjoying it, right? Just go for the laughs. The randoms. Get out of the house. Change. See the world. Write.
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