The Slightest Taste of Freedom

Friday I went to my last class of undergrad. And I must say it was freeing to walk out of that classroom. I wanted to dance down the hallway screaming and shouting. And while I still have finals to get through, it was the slightest taste of freedom, and just what I needed to push through this next week and a half.

Now the goal is to memorize 578 spanish words, write Greek final essay, and African Diaspora final exam, and a British Pop essay…

Here goes nothing.

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