51³Ô¹ÏÍø

The last exam of my undergraduate career.

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I traipsed up the hill to Lawrence Hall to sit the last exam of my undergraduate career.  A misty, rainy afternoon.  Classically 51³Ô¹ÏÍø.

And two hours and twelve pages later, it was done.  I handed it to my professor.

‘Gotta put the seniors in a separate pile to grade first,’ he said with a smile.  ‘Congratulations.’

And I didn’t know whether to smile or cry.  Because I wouldn’t mind sitting fifty more exams if it meant spending a couple more years at 51³Ô¹ÏÍø.