It is finished.

I took my British Lit final tonight.  It was rather awful, but I'm done.  Done done done.  Considering how remarkably pleasant this semester has been, I'm indescribably glad that it's over. Oh, man. Finals are nasty things.

We move in less than two weeks.  I am 20 in six days. (Actually five at this point.)  It's all very strange.
I've decided not to think about college for at least a week.  No looking for schools.  No looking at schedules. Nothing. I'll just clean my room and read.

yada yada yada.

And be happy.  I am determined to be happy this week.