Relief.
That's what I felt when class ended today. It's been some time since I've had a full weekend off, and I'm going to embrace every minute of it.
The school week ended on a good yet hellish note. Today was the third and final mock midterm, and each person had to make boeuf bourguignon and the damn poached egg dish. My hollandaise was a little loose in regards to the latter, but I did it. I hope to never again see eggs served over a l'anglaise beans, carrots, turnips and peas.
I headed to the local bar with a few classmates and ordered a much-needed dirty martini. Thank you, Grey Goose, for putting my nerves at ease.
Straight up now tell me why can't this weekend last forever—or at least a couple extra days?
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