It’s finally finals season. For all of you who have to take finals, please accept my most sincere condolences and well-wishes. I’ll eat some mediocre pizza and chocolate so I can empathize with you more.
Given the fact that I don’t have to take finals this year, I have been finding myself waxing nostalgic about my old bluebooks. I think they look charming.
Don’t read my writing. This class was not charming.
Best of luck,