I remember my first semester at UGA. My last final was on a Friday; Organismal Biology. I walked to the final, sat down, took it. Some of the answers I knew, some I did not. But somehow it didn't matter. It wasn't my characteristic apathy, something more liberating. As if I was watching myself take the test from afar. I walked out of the final early. I'm not sure if I walked or ran out of the building, but I felt like both. When I had gone in, quite literlly, the sky was grey and overcast. As I walked out it was blue. Makes for a good setting for a story, right? I can remember thinking how cheesy it was in Jerry Maguire when he is driving and singing Tom Petty. But I still sang Free Falling all the way back to the dorms. I felt it.

I feel the same way now. Even though I still have a final left; it isn't until next Tuesday. I walked out of my German final today and felt like a weight had been lifted. We went and played Ultimate Frisbee on North Campus. I drove to pick up Liz from work and we went to the Dining Hall and then to see her apartment for next year. I am going home tomarrow and going to Music Midtown. I don't care that there is still a final, maybe my biggest one, ahead. I feel like such the archetypal college student. I can't think about Plato or Kant or any such Ethics Philosophers. All I can plan for is the concert. The baseball game on Sunday. The Banquet that night. And the Bonfire party on Tuesday.

I feel like dancing and singing and drinking without getting drunk. Like watching the stars come out tonight and then disappear in the morning. I can almost see the protective bubble that I'm living in. It's keeping all of the bad things out and letting me live with my euphoria for a few precious days. Letting me exhaust every last ounce of energy I have. I'm running off of a draining weekend and a near sleepless week, but I'm not planning or hoping to catch up until the middle of next week. I want to be drunk on spiritual wine and high from the pollen of trees. I may live to regret this... But only once my bubble pops.