After gasp­ing for air for the last few days, run­ning around try­ing to tie up lose ends on this project and that test, it was immensely refresh­ing to walk out of my last final, pause for a moment, and take a deep breath. I was the first to fin­ish the final in my Business Management class. I took a refresh­ing look at the last final of the semes­ter, picked up my things and walked toward the front of the class­room. After hand­ing the instruc­tor the test and the answer sheet, he walked me out and shut­tled me to the near­est empty room and requested to see my port­fo­lio. I was flat­tered by the unex­pected atten­tion, but also dying to get home and sleep after a 42-​​hour stint of sleep depra­va­tion. And yet here I am writ­ing about the whole thing and still not sleeping—such a masochist. So, at that I’m off to bed.