It’s warm and sunny outside
See the title? That’s why I’d rather be at Stanford instead of any other prestigious school in the northeast. It’s because when you walk out of a final exam that mercilessly annhilates you, you step into the shining sun, feel its warmth, chat with your friends, and you realize that life isn’t so bad after all.
No amount of studying could have helped for that ‘thermodynamical accounting’ class that is labeled as a fuel cell course. It’s over though.
And my bracket is busted already. But you know, tomorrow I get to see two of my best friends, so I’m all smiles.