It's over. Finals are finally over. I'm going to die. My boss, Patty, at the daycare, today was her last day (better job somewhere else). I'm getting placed with the school-age children again because apparently there's a clashing of personality between Kathleen and another student, so I'll be taking care of them. Which is all well and good with me. I mean, with no school to worry about for three weeks, I can focus more on them and have a kick-ass good time. I plan on taking them to the station, and to the ice-skating rink and YEAH! It's going to be loads of fun! Anyway. Finals are over. Yeah. Finals are over. Oh, yeah. Finals are over. Oh, fuck yeah. They're over.