What were you expecting, Shawn? A euphoric high? A lightness of being? A triumphant parade?
I stepped out of the room after my last final and the world greeted me as it usually does. The sun shone, the grass waved in the wind, and the birds chirped as if it were any other day.
I swear, this was more anticlimactic than when I beat Super Mario Galaxy. The final level wasn’t any challenge; you just ran through and collected the last purple coins.
Or it’s like a birthday. Someone asks, “How does it feel to be X years old?” I can only answer, “Gosh, I don’t feel any different.”
Oh well, time to get drunk and play Wii sports. I deserve at least that much.