Noooo mooore penciils.
Noooo mooore boooks.
Noooo mooore teeacher’s dirrrty loooks.
Okay. I like pencils, books and teachers. They’re all fine things. But you know, it sure felt good to walk out of that university building tonight into the bright gloaming and cool evening air knowing that the last class of my undergraduate degree is behind me.
Well, I will be after my final exam. But still. Worth celebrating, no?