It's All a Blur

This has been my worst term for awhile. There are only four days left and I'm still behind. It may not be my best work, but I will finish everything. Many moons ago, when I went to college the first time, I didn't go out to celebrate the end of the semester. I didn't have that feeling of fulfillment or satisfaction from having done a good job. I felt relieved. I'm not saying I feel that way now, but maybe something similar. Regret? I'm not ready to end this one. I haven't learned everything. I don't feel fulfilled or even content. As a matter of fact, I feel a little cheated. There was so much material to cover that, even had I not gotten behind, I still would not have touched on every topic. I rushed through everything, remembering just enough to pass the final. Good thing I'm not planning to become a doctor!