31 minutes

It took 31 minutes for me to finish my last final. It was for a technical class and spanned 7 pages. Bam.

So, that's it, really. I presume this is the last time I will have sat in a classroom as an undergraduate—although I'm not dumb enough to actually say that absolutely.

None of my final grades have yet been submitted, and I don't suspect I'll know most of them until Thursday or so. I'm not terribly worried—I've got no borderline classes...so now, I have a few days to sit on my ass. Wow.

Oh, since I didn't have a chance to post about how the rest of my finals went:

• My political science test sucked ass: it took from 8pm to around 8am, breaks to work on other tests omitted. Too bad I suck at planning these.
  
• The accursed graduate-level take-home exam only took two damned hours. Now I'm triply pissed because I bitched incessantly about the take-home and it didn't end up taking significantly more effort than a regular exam. On the upside, the book likely helped my overall score in the class by between a half-letter and a whole-letter grade, I estimate.
  

And that's about it. I'm planning on going to sleep shortly for the next forever or so, and then I'm going to get pissass drunk for a few days so I get it all out of my system for the next decade or so.