One more final, and then this year is finally over. Tonight I shoved my historiography final under Dr. Green's door. At last, historiography is in the past.
I don't feel like it is summer break though. Uganda and the Georgia Fire Academy still loom ahead of me, and each require much time and effort. I guess summer won't really be here for me until July. Hopefully I can start window washing then. Perhaps another glorious summer at the University of Arkansas awaits me. Washing windows all day under the hot sun. But I actually do enjoy the job, somewhat.
Today is my dad's 53rd birthday. I wonder what it's like to be 53. Hard to imagine having a conscious memory of the 60's, 70's, and 80's. I wonder what my conscious memory of the 00's, 10's, 20's and 30's will be.
My eyes feel like they are about to bleed.
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