That, plus an exam, are all that stand between me and the end of college.
Well, there’s that walking the stage part too, but all you gotta do is show up and be mobile. You can even sit in your chair and sleep through all the iterations of Canon in D until they call your name. Then you walk on stage, shake some hands, hope President Lilley doesn’t remember that you drew some pretty uncomplementary cartoons of him during your time at the school paper, grab the diploma, head back to the chair, sleep some more, toss the hat in the air, etc, etc, etc.
At least it’s not work. Not like ESSAYS.
And I’d rather put ’em off by typing these 127.