Finished my last final exam today at 9:38am, which was held in my favorite building, in my favorite 2nd floor, with my favorite warm classroom right in front of the boys & girls restrooms (with the sound of the hand dryer suddenly loud as someone opens the door), sitting in my favorite table right in front of the professor’s desk.

I almost cried as I was concluding my last, 1301 essay. Opening up my heart to whoever’s duty it is to grade it. It’s like… not just an essay. Not just a test. Or at least, I never make anything to be as simple as it can be.

On the other hand! (transitional expression) Summer has begun!

Now I can switch my schedule from ‘part-time’ to ‘full-time’. Woopee.

Like my high school economics teacher once said “Once you start working, you will never stop.” I love that enthusiasm. </3