So, I am finished with all of my schoolwork for this semester. If I am feeling particularly...non-apathetic...I may proofread this last paper before I turn it in tomorrow. But, honestly, that's doubtful.
I just wrote the crappiest paper. This is not false modesty. It is so bad. Like, there are no words.
This semester is not going out with a bang, it's leaving with a whimper, slowly dying. My enthusaism left long before the end of classes.
I am pretty sure I've put this quote on here before--probably at the end of last semester--but I do believe that it's applicable now:
"You don't say, 'I've done it!' You come, with a kind of horrible desperation, to realize that this will do." ~Anthony Burgess (author of A Clockwork Orange)