I just find out today that upon finishing the first of last semester's incomplete courses, I gained the last credits needed to finally be a junior.
And just. You cannot know, unless you've been through struggles of your own in a similar way, what this means to me.
It took eight years to get this far, but I refuse to need another eight to graduate. My one advisor who made the realization was delighted for me.
Oh, be happy for me! I'm literally lame today, my right leg hurts so much, so please, some of you-any or many or all of you-when you read this?
Put on a song that brings you joy and dance around your room in your bare feet. I want to do much, and I can't, so please, dance for me.