Grabbing a Caesar salad on the way home, cause celebrating traditionally is frowned upon. Happy Ides of March everybody!

I’d like to share a poem I’ve written to help process and express the feelings of approaching finals week of my last semester of grad school. It goes like this.

Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!