If you don't look at the pile of homework I have to do over break (our teachers don't know what "break" means - perhaps they should be supplied with dictionaries), I am now done with finals. Yes, ladies and gents, I am halfway through my sophomore year, reputably the toughest year at NSA. Rumor has it that life really doesn't get any easier, that we actually simply get used to the load, but still. I'm halfway through.
I love my robe.
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