Finished. I might just have handed in my final exam paper. Now begins the waiting game, but for all intents and purposes, I have left my shackles behind. Freedom!
Of course, that is, unless freedom is a curse like the binding was. If one cannot decide for himself, then where is one to go. Contingency plans, where art thou? Bah. What for do I care? For now, I shall concentrate my efforts on the coming weekend.