Hellooooooooooooo university-type peoples!
I've done it! I've escaped from the clutches of the Lapsansky monster's claws ONCE AND FOR ALL. Join me upon my scintillating pedestal of academic GLORY, weary travelers! THIS BITCH IS A SENIOR IN COLLEGE.
After stepping out of my human physiology final yesterday, I had no idea what to do with myself. I felt like a slave that had just been set free from the clutches of her evil master, a survivor of a nuclear explosion, like Snookie if she had been told that all tanning booths had been shut down forever. I keep getting these horrible feelings of impending doom as if I've forgotten that I have something due in lab or a poster project or some random bodily function to memorize. But I don't...and...well...it's absolutely brilliant. I feel like it's an end of an academic era for me and a bunch of my friends, and I think the only appropriate thing to do is to impart onto you the most important lesson I have learned in human anatomy and physiology with Janice Lapsansky at Western Washington University, which is, of course...
