6 days. on the brink of another year of soul-eating. I got my course schedule in the mail yesterday, and this is it. the end of bish. the end of all things. this course will take whatever mangled bit of my soul is left after four years of u of t, chew me up, spit me out, and smite my ruin upon the british countryside.
I have a class in public speaking. research reviews, ethics, methodology I can handle. even two classes in statistics, though painful, is tolerable. but man alive, public speaking?
je suis finis.