It's the last day of mural work. And everyone - including the student's and myself- are going to miss it. It's still not entirely done, actually. There's still a few white spots, but they are disappearing quickly. Whatever stress is amounting from limited time is probably a good kind of stress, at least. It's probably better than the stress of term papers and finals that everyone is anticipating in the following week. I think most of us would much rather be frantically applying brush strokes in vivid colors than frantically shuffling through papers, flashcards, and unfinished readings. Unlucky for me, I'm stuck with the frantic studying instead of frantic painting. I would trade if I could.