Just turned in my last semester paper. Will hopefully graduate in five days. Have a slight cough, itchy ear, runny nose, addiction to pseudophedrine, and big plate of tater tots. Can't find my key card to enter my dorm after hours; don't care. Why?
CUZ I'M FREAKIN DONE, BITCHES!
In light of the moment, a poem:
papers are pledged
books checked in
i'm a woman on the edge
of graduation
Love,
Bertha
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Well done!
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