One gamelan concert, one monster bibliography, and two final papers. Done, done, done, and for-all-intents-and-purposes done! I finished my last final paper this morning, and after I make my bed and feed my face, I will mosey on down to school, print that sucker up, and hand it in. I will probably do a few minor revisions to the idea flow just before I print it, but I have said what I wanted to say. That seminar paper is dead, dead, dead.
I can't believe it. I've survived my first year of graduate school. I hope my grades this semester are okay. Last semester's GPA was 3.85, and I'd like to keep it in that general vicinity. But I'll worry about that later. For now, I've survived my first year of grad school, and I think I'll take the next few days to be insufferably proud of myself.
(And enjoy the book that my folklore professor has left outside his office as a little gift for me.)