I’ve finished my exams. Oh, the relief.
Somehow I feel I was more unprepared for this paper than I was for the previous one. I was waffling on and on to my heart’s desire; writing what I remembered rather than what the question required.
But no matter; it’s over.
Now I can read fiction.
I can take long walks when the weather’s nice.
I can sit outside with an iced drink and watch the world go by, without feeling too guilty.
And I can spend more time writing, hopefully.