Third year blues
Grades are starting to come in.
The term paper that I was the most personally invested in than anything else this year (and also happens to be the paper I spent the longest time writing and planning and researching, funny how that works out) got the lowest grade I’ve ever gotten on an essay.
The term paper I dashed off the night before at 3AM got a 90%.
11:27 AM? Time for a fucking drink.
