And my last paper is handed in. Not pretty, but printed, stapled and date-stamped in the philosophy office.
Freedom looms...
it is a mere week until I get to move out of this hell-hole. Two more exams, and I shall escape from the cinderblock walls and persistent strange smells... away from the rodents and the scavengers... away from the girl above me who has the loudest "oh my god!" sex I've ever heard, and my neighbour who thinks I'm too loud when I sneeze... or breathe... away from the crappy food... away...
I sit crosslegged in my pink computer chair, and rub my chocolate-swollen belly in anticipation.