I am done done done with my classes classes classes for a week week week!

Woot woot fricking woot!

Man alive, is it a nice feeling.

Last night was my final final for the week, and after 3 hours of struggling my way through the snarls and brambles of both my written Massage II final (apparently an ice pack has only been made correctly if it's only 1/3 full of ice--1/8 a bag of ice or 1/2 of one would apparently be catastrophic and could potentially incapacitate your client!!! um yeah) and the practical part as well, I am happy to say that I came out of the other side in one piece.

While we were all cramming right before class and gorging ourselves on cookies that I'd baked the night before (baking=destresser), I had suggested going out for beers after class, and people just climbed on and humped the shit outta that idea (all but two people from our class actually came and jammed around the table and did rounds of shots together). So as soon as the practical exam was over, we were all eager to get the hell outta there and had a hard time controlling our fidgeting while our instructor ran off to calculate our final grades and our grades in the class.

Upon his return, he commenced with telling us each our grade. When he got to me, he gave me a bare-knuckled stare, and said, "You got a 95% in the class. You actually got a 94.6%, but I was generous and rounded it up." I wanted to be like, "Oh, no you di'n't!!!" and put my hand in his face and waggle my neck at him and his attitude, but I wasn't quite sure whether he was joking with me (since he's so goddamn serious all the time, and since I sometimes think he's a bit sweet on me--*batting eyelashes*--then again, I tend to make things up, so perhaps it's moreso just bemusement) or whether he had emphasized his "generosity" in an attempt to downplay the fact that I COMPLETELY KICKED HIS CLASS'S ASS, DESPITE HIM HAVING PIGEONHOLED ME AS A TOTAL SLACKER WEIRDO OF A STUDENT THE FIRST TIME HE MET ME.

So I looked at him and shouted, "Just get over the fact that you want a piece of this!" and wobbled my pelvis at him, smacked my ass, and quickly ran out of the room and off into the moist moist night and into a free round of shots and some beer and cigarettes with some damn fine people that I've grown to really like over the course of this semester.

I really wish I'd use this departing technique more frequently...