Another semester down, three more to go. I arose in the chilly predawn (earlier than ass o’clock, even) this morning and took my C final at 8am (which is just after ass o’clock), then Genetics at 10am. After visiting the philosophy department, whose poor departmental secretary is I’m sure by now getting quite sick of me throwing schedule-related temper tantrums in his office, I got my classes for next term straightened out and I’m done. Classes finished last week, exams are over, Christmas shopping is done: all that remains is to get sloshed tonight and head to Massachusetts Sunday morning.

Next semester I’ll be taking an epistemology course towards my philosophy major, an aesthetics course as a philosophy elective, another C class, and either history of modern philosphy (there’s a running theme here) or a Brit lit elective. No more core curriculum classes, no more labs or recitations, and my schedule only requires getting up at ass thirty on two instead of four days in any given week. It’s good to be a second semester junior.

Speaking of philosophy, what I really want for Christmas is a Nietzsche plushie, although I wouldn’t turn down a Soctrates or a Van Gogh (with detachable ear).