The Final Effect

Below is a highly exaggerated account of “The Final Effect”

I hit the “Submit” button. My heart skips several beats. My grade is satisfactory. I take a deep breath as I try to understand that this is the end of my finals. It takes a few minutes for it to sink in….. HOLY SMOKES! I’M FREE! I swear I am floating on air! This is probably even better than falling in love! Finals are O-V-E-R. I run down the stairs nearly breaking my neck. BOOM! I thrust my way through the big double doors and out into the open. Screaming, I’m freeeeeeeee! The heavens open, angels are singing, and my heart is erratic. My breath comes in short gasps.  I am dizzy with the thoughts of things that I can do now. I can write more letters, formulate book ideas, ride my horse, and play volleyball. I don’t have to drag my computer everywhere.

 

I run down the snow covered side walk and fall flat on my face, but nothing can kill my joy now. I am considering getting a tattoo, going skydiving, running a marathon, or swimming the English Channel.

Several days later, I am bogged down with getting ready for Christmas and the next semester. I guess it goes to show that the end of finals is a temporary high. J

Please excuse any errors in this post. I was overly excited.