The Finish Line

By: Meradeth Houston on 6:42 AM

I can see it. Really, it's two days away. Granted, the ending is always the worst part--hot, sweaty, exhausting, with piles of paperwork. Well, okay, not in a true, running race kind of finish line, but in the kind I'm facing, there are 55 exams waiting at the end that must seal their fate with my red pen. I'm looking forward to writing down that last score, I can assure you. It's been one helluva long road, and this quarter has kicked my trash. Teaching upper division is wonderful, and I loved it, but there's so much work that goes into it that trying to do so while also finishing my own research is something akin to insanity. Really, really akin :)

But, that line is in sight. I can see the ribbon stretched across the street and I have every intention of blasting through it, arms pumping in triumph. Once on the other side, I may just fall down dead, but I will have finished, damn it. Tomorrow is the review session (which is basically, 'let's pick Meradeth's brain until she wants to cry') and then the final is Friday night. Now, why they decided to have the test at night on the absolute last day of finals ticks me off, but it's not my doing.

Christmas break, you are I are going to have some fun times. I plan on bleaching the hell out of my ancient DNA lab, getting some research done, after I regain some of my sanity. Ahh, I just have to reach that line!