I just finished my last undergraduate class.
Of all time.
The weary world rejoices!
And in typical form, I finished it off nearly giving my professor a heart attack by telling him I still hadn’t made up the last test I missed.
He for one won’t miss me, I think.
Professor Kadlecek, on the other hand, keeps thinking of ways to fail me so I have to stick around for another semester. This morning she said if I spelled anything wrong on my final I’d get a zero. Sometimes it isn’t fun when the teacher likes you.
Winter ball was canceled because of a blizzard and tomorrow I will be trekking through two feet of snow and ice to make up that test.
Now I must go study my frequently misspelled words.
For yonder breaks a new and glorious morn…