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.