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This is my last post of absolute freedom in these next weeks. These many weeks ahead of me, of torture and of pain, I should think. I find this whole situation a virtual comprise of my comforts, something which I direly need in order to be able to muster everything available to me to adequately crush it. For indeed, I will crush this opposition towards me. It's the only way that I can look at school and work combined--like this massive force designed to oppose the very essence of who I am. To try to crush who I am. And so, in order to embrace success, I must enable the competitive spirit, and crush this foe.

I find it so odd that starting with this semester, everythign starts falling apart-the wheels of the great behemoth I have worked to finish are finally coming off. The road to success is paved with every grade, every paycheck, every moment in which there is but a drop of consideration for these next 17 weeks. I find myself ever more devoted to the idiom "finishing with style", because in reality, I am in the end stretch. I've gotten basically every acceptance necessary for graduate school, with possible exception to my recommendations. I can only venture to think that I will have 2 ready by the end of this semester in biology, and 3 would be great. I should attempt to form an additionally lasting relationship with some faculty member. I have been thinking about Dr. Braun-Sand, my biochemistry professor. If I can somehow get into research in her lab this summer too, and have an adequate exposure to chemistry research, I think I should be able to do well enough for the magic letter of rec to appear.

In my last day, I went through another book for my thesis, which makes my grand total thus far two. Lame, yes. I sewed a lot, played some video games, and watched too much tv. Such is the end of breaks though. I am off to bed now.