In five hours I’ll be on my way home for break. My last final, CS&E 200, is at 1:30, and then I’m free. I’m expecting this one to go pretty well, unlike the final of which I will not speak that destroyed me yesterday. (Econ 501.02—I bombed it. I didn’t even answer enough questions to pass. I’m hoping for an insane curve, because I wasn’t the only one who thought it was hard. I know I said I wasn’t going to speak of this final, but I don’t think it counts if it’s in parentheses.)

I’m looking forward to going home, but I’m not happy about leaving—even if it’s for less than two weeks. I want to drive the van I always drove to high school and sing along to Q104, my favorite radio station back home. I’ll have my own room, bathroom, and finally some good food. But my friends will all be back in their hometowns, too; none of which is all that close to me. I know I’ll get bored of break after a few hours, and I’ll be wishing I were back here. It’s inevitable. But right now I’m excited.

Two hours till I need to be heading off to my final, and I’m not sure what to do with my time. I mean, I could study. Fine idea, don’t you think? But I’m not the kind of student who studies up to the last second before the exam; I don’t think that really helps me. If I don’t know it now, I’m not going to confuse myself by trying to learn it before the exam. That sounds really stupid when I actually express that in words. I guess I should probably study. I don’t to experience another Great Depression (clever econ 501.02 exam reference, right?).

The next time I write, I’ll be at home—and probably bored. Don’t expect much.