My sister asked me to help her with a homework question tonight (last night we determined that my retention rate from my 11th grade Biology class is roughly 85%, and I don't think that's too bad for six years), and as I searched through her stack of papers looking for the answer I felt the familiar feeling of anxiety creeping up on me, because I couldn't quite find the right answer for the question.
And then I realized: I don't have to feel anxious about homework. Because I DON'T HAVE ANY.
Probably the best feeling of my entire life.
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