Good early morning, one and only final that of course begins at 8 a.m. At least this way I don't have much time to panic or second guess myself going in to know all my romanesque and gothic architecture. The only thing that I am really truly worried about is the sound of the wind outside my window. .
You do not tell finals when it is over. Finals tells you. . I express this and my love of chai in my recent blog post...yes I have started up in the blogverse once again and hope it goes better than previously. Right now though I will only continue my countdown as I finish up my final hours of work and get ready to head home tomorrow. Yes, it is Wednesday tomorrow already. Phew. .
Nighttime wandering ✨ .
Latergram from the weekend I was not getting distracted from doing my final essays ✨ .
Into the weekend. We are here. We are in the bottom of biodegradable coffee cups and on the last track of our playlists that were supposed keep us focused instead of dancing in the corner of the library. Yet here we are. Here we are. Four days left and here I am trying to think of something more worthwhile to say in the caption that begs you to write whatever you'd like rather than an essay. .
Good morning, Instagram! It is Friday which pretty much means that yes, we have made it to the final day of the entire fall semester. Be proud. Get coffee. Celebrate. .