When There’s Nothing Left To Do.


On Monday night I completed the last final exam of my undergraduate career — Introduction to Wines — and promptly found a fellow Sun editor outside the building. Our destination was the Regent Lounge in the Statler Hotel, right across the street from Barton Hall, where our 700-person class was taking the exam on the indoor track.

Our reward to ourselves for completing our undergraduate educations? Some wine (naturally) and a cheese plate. Unwinding after umpteen years of schooling does not come easily, but I’m hoping that our upcoming senior week will help. I think I speak for the entire class of 2010 when I say that we deserved it. Here’s to the final weeks on the hill…

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