Oh happy days! my last essay is turned in!

A visual of myself the past two days:

         

      

The prose I wrote after turning in said essay:

   Oh.

What a feeling after turning in my last essay for English. Birds are singing. The sun is bright but not too hot. If I hadn't won the recessive gene bingo, and been born a redhead, it would be a nice day to go out and enjoy the ultraviolet rays turning my pale skin a tinge of pink. Laying on a towel out by our lakes, without lounging students trying to relax and enjoy this week, and ignoring the looming feeling that finals are near. But whatever. Right now I'm basking in the education rays that I no longer am plagued with what I call "essay syndrome"-- the feeling of certain doom one  feels until the essay is turned in.

Ah. What a fine day. I say.

People often get caught in the motions of their lives. They forget to step back and look where they're going.  I'm an ambitious freshmen whose been to worried about her major. That I've stopped enjoying my classes. Which is weird.  Because I'm a NERD. Before I started classes this fall I had the first two chapter of my American Politics and had written notes with it. Anyways. Back on track.  This is a verbal PSA to all students to not let the man ( which is not the man, you think I'm referring to but rather the man is education) knock you down! Have some fun! but responsible fun. Do something out of the ordinary. (all this has been brought on because of the freedom I feel after being cured of my "essay syndrome)