I am finished.

Finished. The essay, the exam period, the year, my degree. Finished, finished, finished.

Well, except for that pesky Honours thing next year, but that's practically post-grad and it won't have the same interminable, boring undergraduate drain about it. It'll be interesting and challenging and maybe even, DOUG-forbid, fun.

And I'm finished. No more German, no more lectures, no more bothering with lecturers and tutors who don't take me seriously.

I'm fucking finished. RAH!!

Ahem. So. How about those Mormons.