Whew.

I just got back from my last final. My final final, if you will. The past school year has had its ups and downs, but I managed to get through. Next year will be even better, now that I've finally shaped up and gotten past my laziness.

So, my sophomore year ends. Many good times were had, made quite a few new friends, sharped my wit, and, most importantly, met my girlfriend(though that wasn't in school). The summer will be off to a goo start, with Katt coming back in July, ConnectiCon, and... pretty much regular relaxation. Unless I get a job. Then I would have less relaxation, though the addition of money would allow for a higher quality of relaxation. Quite the dilemma.

Oh well. I'm just glad my problems are so minor.

A bit of an add-on to my last entry...

I left out a little humourous tidbit from the Enlgish final. Before the exam began, we were instructed on the writing portion, where we had to read an unbelievably depressing story, summarize, and explain the deeper meaning of the statement, "And the summer was over."

Quoth a classmate: "It was September 21st that fateful day..."