A Wail of Wantingness

Dear Classes + Spring x (Senior year^2),

I HATE YOU AND I HATE EVERYTHING ABOUT YOU.

I have survived over 223 credit hours and I only have a MONTH left. NINE (9) Class days and I'm done. I will NEVER come back until Grad school. Stop taunting me with freedom and nice weather!!!

Motivation, do not leave me in my time of need, harken to my cries! Otherwise classes will be all Gandalf like and, "YOU SHALL NOT PASS!"

do not let me fail.