Within the next day, I'll be able to look back on this semester and give it the ol' Douglas Adams quote from the extended trilogy book series I've yet to read: "So long, and thanks for all the fish!" And when I yell that for all the world to hear, it will be rife with unspoken meaning. Like "I won't miss you at all because I kinda hated you" and "Bitch!," because I'm all about subtlety. My exam this evening consisted of me writing four pages, front and back, of material. I'd venture to guess that about 90% of it didn't make any sense at all. But wait! That still beats out most James Patterson novels* in terms of quality, so I'm in the clear.

*Except for The Jester. That book fucking rules.