It's the middle of the week, and I'm so tired of the long-hour lab after multiple classes in the morning. It's almost ten when I reach home, my heart wants to unwind with a glass of wine and junk food but my brain is telling me to stay sane. I have to key in the data from my findings at the lab today so no alcohol, the last thing I want is to present an incorrect data population that can lead to a false result, getting me a bad grade for my final year project.
Being in final semester is hard.
Doing this Final Year Project is hardddd.
But graduating with a first class degree would be so worth it. Getting a good job will be easy breezy later on. So yeah, I'll just need to buckle up for this crazy ride. Just a few more months till I graduate.
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Kimmie and
