Assuming I didn't massively botch my last finals, I now officially hold a B.A. and a B.F.A. It's been an absolutely psychotic five years, I've written more in the past few months than I think I have in a few years combined. I have a whole lot of conflicting emotions. Mostly I'm just exhausted. In a positive way, like a hard day's night. I now have a week to relax, then my first semester of grad school starts. Life stops for none.