About an hour ago I clicked "finish exam" on the computer screen of Hardin Library's East Commons. My dermatology grade was calculated with a whirring bar on the screen (I passed), and my medical school career was completed. I have no more clinics. I have no more tests.
It. is. over.
No more pencils, no more books, no more teachers' dirty looks. And then I drove home, got out of the car, and opened the mailbox. There, awaiting me was the inch-thick manual for the Advanced Cardiac Life Support Course I will be taking the week of residency orientation. I had approximately 15 minutes of free and clear guilt-free studyless time. And now it's over.
Welp. I'll be in the basement studying.