Tomorrow is the big day. Somehow between 1 and 5 I'm supposed to muster enough courage to call the graduate office and listen to them tell me whether or not I passed my comp exams. I can hardly breathe just thinking about it.
Pass. Four little letters that will change my world. Oh please, please let me hear those four little letters.
I have no interest in hearing the other four letters. Fail.
Breathe, breathe, breathe.
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