They said pearls and panic don’t mix.

They said too much lip gloss, not enough focus.

They said Gossip Girl reruns aren’t a study strategy.

And yet… here we are. Passed. Like a whispered rumor on the Upper East Side.

Was it grace? Was it caffeine? Was it sheer academic rage and perfume fumes?

Yes. All of the above.

To the flashcards under my pillow, the espresso that kept me from crying in public, and the chaotic desk that saw too much:

Thank you for your service.

xoxo,

Now I can get back to fics, writing my own book and reading books 😂