Can you believe it?

Can you believe it? University is over!
There’s no more 6 a.m. alarm clock ring making you hate the whole world and especially Dad who has recently fixed it on your computer table…
No more frantic running in the direction of the University building with the knowing you’re now more than 10 min late and a desperate entreaty that Svetlana Lvovna’s car should break on half the way to work this morning…
No more hope-break to see her shining car parked in the usual place…
No more preaching and explanatory letters why you were late again…
No more race over the building in search of a vacant chair, ‘coz there’s no chair left for a 10 min latecomer…
No more classes…
No more under-table leg-games with Alisa sitting opposite…
No more note-correspondence with Ox about romance in order not to be bored to death with a monotonous speech of the lecturer…
No more Yulya’s loud stretching herself with a shake of her fingers to show her record long nails to be followed…
No more Lena’s typing a love sms to Lyosha…
No more sudden recollection that Katya’s having a Birthday tomorrow, and starting off a money-gather campaign right in the middle of the lecture…
No more interbreak tours to Nadezhda Petrovna for the patties, chocolate and juice…
No more calorie-counting and searching the fastest and most effective diet 15 min later…
No more shocking surprise to know we have a seminar in Linguistics today!!!
No more still more shocking surprise to see Dima in the corridor with his hair colored in a new extreme way…
No more Dean’s office secretary chase to tell you’re as usual the only one among your fellow-students who hasn’t signed the needed documents yet…
No more exams…
No more pre-test shivering ‘coz you’re certainly not-prepared...
No more collecting the cribs from your fellow-students who have already passed, and choosing the best place to keep them secret…
No more realization that one of the cribs has just fallen out of your pocket with a brick-like sound…
No more stupid smiles to the examiner as you bend down to pick up the treacherous crib…
No more while-answer blah blah blah to make it longer…
No more after joy to see the excellent mark for your blah blah blah in the record-book…
No more McDonald’s visits with the girls to celebrate it with a choc-ice and a Cola Light… No more evening parties with the girls in a bar or in a night club to continue the celebration procedures…
No more morning hard-typing of the sms to Ox, “Do you remember what was yesterday?” No more tears…
No more smiles…
No more anything…
Can you believe it?