Go Time

When one of the first hot days of the year converges with the end of a semester, there is perhaps too much to celebrate.

1:30 p.m.

Four very enthusiastic half-nurses + one amused sister are already on their way to the bottom of 2 pitchers of sangria.


Sometimes marking the end of a long haul, like this semester was, takes a little bit of zeal to compensate for the anticipation.

Which is why I was able to raise a glass that many times and still make it to bed by midnight- happy, exhausted, and drunk.

And now that it's all behind us, I can barely remember why we complained so much.