Finals are over. Safety was my last one, today. My wrist is starting to feel better. Too much writing. I guess I'm used to a larger proportion of computer work.

After three full years of school I've finally realized I don't have to study very hard. It sounds horrible but it's true--it's not overconfidence, it's realizing that I really only have to do enough to get by. I do well not because I go over all the homework and the old test and do the flashcards and memorize all the equations, but because when the test is in front of my I can do what the teacher wants, and if not, I can put down enough information to get a good amount of partial credit.

My roommates told me "Finally!"

Today I went to dinner with my lab group from Control in a final hurrah. That class was a lot of work. Lab reports, design projects, homeworks, and tests. Ugh.

I went to Target after my Safety final to get some school supplies (and toothpaste) and to look around for Christmas presents. I was perversely proud because I took the wrong exit on the highway, thinking I had to get onto I-85 but really I needed to turn onto 400, but then I realized I knew how to find an alternate Target on the next exit on 85. So even though I technically went to the wrong place I still went where I wanted!

I'm not a good Atlanta navigator. Well, I'm not a good navigator period. I don't learn street names. That takes effort and it's not happening. Some I learn, like at home I know the street my school was on, the ones around where I live, and some of the ones by the mall and where I used to work. And in Atlanta I know Piedmont and 10th and 14th and West Peachtree (which turns into Peachtree Industrial). But mostly I just have the general idea of where I want to go. The idea that yes, this street should go over the highway, this one should bring me here, etc. So I generally get where I need to go, but I can't give directions.