JUST got back from a bonfire with my cohort. We got together for a second, more sober, celebration of our first year of graduate school. I have sand between my toes, the smell of bonfire on my hoodie, and the biggest smile on my face. I feel relaxed and enjoying my accomplishment.

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This is me after last night’s celebrating of the end of the school year.

MEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Fuck yes. I’m 50% a therapist.

Currently intoxicated but deliriously happy.

Now I just need to go ACE my very last final and I’ll be OFFICIALLY DONE with my very first year of graduate school. Hellz to the YES!!

Did I mention that there will be major debauchery afterwards with the entire cohort!?

My last paper and my last final are tomorrow and I for whatever reason (namely my job) have decided to not start working on either of these endeavors. Hooray for procrastination at its finest.

Why I decide to stay in graduate school even though it’s slowly but surly killing me.

Use of the word in a sentence:

C hopes to meraki everyday when she is a therapist!

(Source: swurdin)

One more paper and one more test and I’ll be DONE DONE DONE!

Officially done with 2 classes. I need to wrap up my other two and I will be officially done with my FIRST year of graduate school. This is really happening.

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