When I last wrote, in May - shame, shame - I was struggling to conclude my final paper for school. The situation is shown clearly in the little comic.
Shortly after, the paper's theme was changed slightly - details available on request. It became feasible, despite the deadline three weeks away, and was concluded in time - which made no difference at all, because the school was on strike for better World Cup watching conditions. Regardless, an unofficial presentation was held, with massive attendance. As a result, the room became too small and we had to move to another one, where the projector was not as good, but it did not detract terribly much from the whole.
At the end, after some battling with academical views of impossibly unacademical subjects, I received a 9.5 (out of 10). And the world was a great place. Now I wait for the graduation party and the fancy diploma to hang on the wall. Meanwhile, I try to ignore the fact I am merely "unemployed" now, rather than a student, but that is hard to ignore when each generic "no" reinforces the condition.
Ah, well. I killed that level's boss. Not in the most elegant manner, of course, but with a high score, never the less. This is what this post was about.