The finish line

As I know everyone is waiting for it if only so I'll get off this one-trick pony and move on to something else as completely boring and unimportant, I'm announcing today that, barring any unforeseen circumstances like winning the lotto or poking out my eye, Finance should be finished by about 8pm. Now for anyone counting my term weeks, you'll want to holler and ask how I could be done five days early with such a difficult course. The answer, plainly, is that I actually followed the dread advice of my professor (and went against my procrastinating personality type) and kept up with the homework problems (at the expense of actually learning anything. This resulted in essentially having most everything done except crossing the t's and dotting the i's at the start of the week.

This is all good news for a variety of reasons but most of all, it is as I always tell myself during torturous struggles like this: the end will come, regardless. That's regardless of how much work or lack there of I put in, how anxious and suicidal I become, or how much I hate every waking minute. The fact that I didn't get an A in this class is so far behind me that I could honestly give a fig less. I've emerged on the other side (or will when I cross those t's and dot those i's tonight)finally.