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Just emailed my last take-home final to my professor, so at last my semester is OVER.
I'm not sure my answer to the last question is good or, you know, even coherent, but the point is that it's GONE. All course-related emails have been deleted, so now my inbox consists entirely of a) flight and train itineraries, b) shipping notifications for all those Christmas presents I bought on the internets, and c) my plans to sell one of my textbooks to some random person on campus tomorrow for cash. I'm supposed to call her when I'm close and I think we're meeting after dark in a parking lot. This is more like a drug deal than it needs to be.
However. DONE. GOING TO BED NOW.
I'm not sure my answer to the last question is good or, you know, even coherent, but the point is that it's GONE. All course-related emails have been deleted, so now my inbox consists entirely of a) flight and train itineraries, b) shipping notifications for all those Christmas presents I bought on the internets, and c) my plans to sell one of my textbooks to some random person on campus tomorrow for cash. I'm supposed to call her when I'm close and I think we're meeting after dark in a parking lot. This is more like a drug deal than it needs to be.
However. DONE. GOING TO BED NOW.