Now I'm really free

I turned in my exam this morning, and enjoyed a blissful but chilly walk back to my dorm room, where I shed my by-then overheated clothing for a T-shirt and went to partake of my first and last dining-hall breakfast this semester. I sent an email to my professor asking him to confirm that he had received my exam (his office was locked, so I slid it under the door). He replied back in the affirmative and then told me what an outstanding job I had done in his class and that he'd really enjoyed having me in his class, and if there was anything he could ever do for me, just to let him know. I was touched, but still tempted to write back and ask him to shave his beard. Just kidding! After breakfast and some sugar with a hint of coffee, I gave into my bed's 'come hither' look, planning to complete the remaining five hours of my sleep that lacked from my full set of eight (What can I say? I'm not used to going to bed early or getting up early.) It took me a while to fall asleep (I blame the coffee), but when I did I slept for three hours. I awoke perfectly refreshed if not a little bewildered by my strange dream. I dreamt I was in holocaust Germany with Callie and my high school chemistry professor! What the hell? But it's over now, and it's time to finish packing and move the room back to the way it was. Sigh. The summer has arrived.