It is done! cries a voice from the South. (Campus is South of our home.) So classes are officially over. They were pretty much over for me on Thursday, even though I thought they were going to end on Friday. My teacher got sick and so he just dismissed class on Friday without a lecture (yeah!).

So now it begins... the feverish, frantic cramming for finals.

Lianna has three this week, Psychology, English, and the dreaded Physics. I remember the days when I studied for the Physics final. It was like a recurring disease that wouldn't go away; the thought of the Physics final looming ominously overhead, casting a dark shadow over all thoughts and daydreams, all plans and entertainment. But alas, soon it will be over for her. No more physics final, well, at least until next semester.

As for me, I only have an Immunology final, Biochemistry final, and an Analytical lab practical. Not too bad, or at least I think. I'll probably find out just how grossly wrong I was while sitting in the respective classrooms, staring blankly at the finals about which I was so unconcerned.

On a different note, the Christmas season in upon us. As a result, we have started decorating using the means of our meager salary. Now, our apartment looks like Christmas is coming, and a warm radiance shines from our home.
(Ok, it is warm because it is alway warm in Hawaii, and it is radiant because we have power back, so we can turn on the light).