Gasp.

It may be the fact that I went to bed at 10pm last night and didn't sleep till one. It may be the fact that in the past 3 days I have had 7 venti black coffees and two grande gingerbread lattes. It may be that I am naturally a fusspot freakout. But I just wrong my first of the last 4 exams. And sitting their, in criminology, drinking my coffee and pondering the overrepresentation of aboriginals in our criminal justice system; I realised that after next semester.. I am halfway through my bachelor. Now, I realise to my cohort out there that is nominal, seeing that I started behind you and will finish as such.. But I almost started hyperventilating. I have been home from India for two years. I've done two years of school. I'm single. I have a whole ham sitting in my fridge, which as a young single woman was the stupidest thing I ever endeavored to cook for myself and now am thinking of going door to door with it. I am wearing clean clothes for the first time in two weeks, and only because I found a backpack in my spareroom that had clothes from up north in it. And I just wrote the first of the last four exams. And I have 120 multiple guess questions of psych to get through before I can go home and cry into my pillow. Breathe.. breathe.. breath...