what you leave behind you don't miss anyway

sebastian raises his arm, turns to us, nods and marches out of the room. i smile, and return to agriculture.

the anthropology exam was basically a joke. i don't suppose that i did extraordinarily well, but from the broad aspect of the questions it was pretty much impossible to do poorly. i hope. i really hope.

strolling downstairs afterwards, i collect my essay. it was that moster beast about tolkien and modern fantasy that i'm sure i bitched about to one and all, when secretly it was like a dream come true to write. i flip to the last page, where the marks are, and am stopped dead in my tracks.

i only almost walked into three people on the rest of the hop-skip-jump home.

i fucking rocked that paper.