'Tis finished.

School is over, "THE TEST" is finished, Walden is dead, life is good.

Here's a recap:

Friday was the last day of school and end of year program. Afterward we played frisbee, volleyball, busted pinatas, and ate lots of food. It was great.

{We decided to have class in the Alps.} 

Saturday, I had soccer games all day long. After the whistle was blown in my last game of the day, I literally ran straight off the field and into the car. Yeah, I was the one running into the gas station fully clothed in all my soccer apparel (complete with cleats, shin guards, and socks, mind you), asking for the bathroom, running out 5 minutes later in a skirt and dress shirt (still wearing cleats, shin guards, and socks). Of course, no one noticed and I just went on with my business.

Not.

There happened to be a long line the moment I had come in and bounded for the restrooms. On the way back out, I was questioned about my garb and heard not a few chuckles. (Why yes, I did just say garb.)

At least Ellie's graduation was better. :)

On Sunday, we went to dinner at a friend's.

Monday: ate lunch with the class, then headed over to my house to get some studying done. Yes, the only way to prepare for a few hours of studying is to have some fun first. After they left I studied...some more. Then I studied some more. Just as I began to feel my brain slipping out of my cranium, the doorbell rang. Distraction numero uno. The dinner guests were here.

Ate. Talked. Ate some more. Felt guilty about not studying. Put it off. Felt more guilty. Put it off some more. 

Finally, I dragged myself upstairs and permanently fixed my eyes to my study sheets, my Grantian charts, and my lecture notes for a few hours. All the while hearing laughter and noise and excitement from downstairs. And let me tell you, it sounded a whole lot better than the seven different kinds of slavery found in the Bible, or who Andrew Carnegie was, or what the AFL did.
Distraction numero dos, Facebook. Luckily, I escaped that one soon enough.

Studied the night away even after our company left.

Finally, came "the day." Tuesday: woke up, went swimming, gorged on some chocolate, and rode pink flamingos off into the sunset. Or not. Just making sure you're awake, 'cause at this point on Tuesday morning, I sure wasn't.

When we got to the Moellers' house (the place of my doom - not that their house is doom-like, but that their house held the key to my doom: "the test"), and I studied some more. 

After 6 grueling hours, I finished the atrocious, monstrous, silly, unnecessary, cruel test. It was over. I couldn't believe my own eyes.

We went to the lakehouse, partied, rode the boat, went tubing, played poker and balderdash, and ate. It was awesome.

We had a bonfire and roasted marshmallows. But instead of marshmallows, we roasted . . our own horrific copies of Walden! Muahahaha.

It is now very dead. Don't be alarmed, we've thrown its ashes into the lake. It shall haunt us no more.

Happy Wednesday!