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My Mondays are fantastic. I start at 9:30 (instead of the usual 8:30), have an hour of art, a couple of hours of real class but with a teacher who does more drama and role playing games than any real lecturing, an hour of lunch (usually spent lounging in a large group on the steps next to the campus lake), then two hours of gym (spent running around and pretending to be in grade seven or so -- today I did cartwheels when no one was looking and we played soccer and ultimate frisbee)

ALL FUN AND GRATE.

Also, have mailed my thesis to Carleton. I am REALLY, really done now. And I didn't even put a "Suck it, Carleton" post-it onto the package. I wanted to, but my parents thought it might be better to wait until after they give me my degree.

So. Hi. Tired.

*flops and falls asleep*