I procrastinated till 6am in the morning to get crackin on my final paper which was due at noon today. Almost missed the drop-in deadline by a couple minutes. Felt all anxious and queasy in my stomach from all the adrenaline I produced that enabled me to finish. What a way to end the semester, let alone my undergraduate career, eh? Ended on a "good" note.

But now I'm officially done with my studies at Berkeley. finito.

I can't help but feel a little sad.