Tomorrow when i have finally submitted Medusa's paper i will let out three shouts of hysterics marking the end of a semester full of torture. And then i will never have any truck with Medusa again. I will smirk when i pass her by in the corridors or even release an evil snigger. I have an uncanny but painful track record with profs who proclaim their feminist tendencies and tomorrow will announce the end of all those episodes hopefully. This is the end, my friend, the end.
And as is characteristic of most ends a new me will begin.
And tomorrow there will be time, there will be time to laugh at all the trauma Medusa has caused me and my ilk. 3 separate hysteric shrieks for each of them.