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Just now finishing my final project for Theories class.

The three-part illustrated poster presentation. The program handbills. The project synopsis paper.

Just re-read the paper to go with the presentation.

Started crying.

Not, oh-boo-hoo-woe-is-me crying.
Not I'm-so-exhausted-I-want-to-vomit crying (I'm a little queasy but not quite at the hurling stage).

Just sniff-yeah-this-actually-means-something-to-me crying.

As an academic paper, it's complete and utter crrrrap.

As a reflection on the last year that I've spent doing my goddamndest to combine community service and the arts and create oppportunites for other students at UNM to do the same, 90% of the time without being paid for it and another large percentage of the time indirectly paying for it out of my own pocket in terms of how it's impacted my health and performance in school and how, and even though I will continue to BITCH about it as often as I can get away with - as a discoursive paper cataloging this journey, it's a pretty accurate assessment.

The condensed version:
It's been worth it.

Every goddamn, sometimes miserable but often - not - minute of it.

Yeah.

Worth it.

Christ, I'm fucking tired.

Need to finish loading the table and all the supporting materials into the car to get them to the presentation space tomorrow morning.

I might even get to catch a nap.

Ow.