Well, my fellow Americans, our long national nightmare is over. No, not the recession or war on terror. Nay, we have slayed a greater monster: Epi 201. All week long, the take-home it hung over us like a dark cloud and finally, it lifted. After a two-hour discussion session of our exam, of course, just to provide that last bit of discomfort. The whole anticipatory process was like Reverse Christmas. We were waiting for a big reveal, all right, but a terribly painful reveal.
Once 10:30 struck (my clock strikes on the half hour), though, nothing seemed as bad as before. We talked through the discussion (to distract ourselves from finding mistakes on our exams), refused to raise our hands, fidgeted with our gadgets, and I even made an Epi Fortune Teller to share. What I mean is, we all handled the releasing of stress like incredibly mature graduate students.
So goodbye, Rafa, your class brought endless hardships, but also endless entertainment, and fostered a camaraderie with 120 kids far beyond my expectations (e.g. the end of 201 was mentioned as a praise at our fellowship meeting). I imagine this was what Nam must have been like. 202 starts on Tuesday.
(while writing an answer on the blackboard, Prof. Rafa's chalk made an ear-piercing screech)
The Class: (Very loud, audible wince x 120)
Rafa: Believe me, it bothers me more.
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