The year is coming to a close. Not finally, but unexpectedly fast. I’m sitting here on the final review days. I’m not reviewing. As usual.
I think I really respect the college system: do work if you want to, but it’s not too bad if you don’t. I also assume that some higher power influences my luck on most occasions. Or maybe I just know when to not study? An example of this is my philosophy final. I didn’t study. I took the test and guessed on about 60% of it, namely the essay. Of course, my teacher didn’t read the essay, so I was fine. A-. Sick.
In other news, it’s 4:01 PM and I haven’t left my bed yet. I’m contemplating brushing my teeth, possibly taking a shower. The excitement is endless.