All good things must come to an end

I know I'm meant to be a part of the education system in some respect for the rest of my life when I realize how sad I am about the end of a semester.

All my classes this semester have been amazing (with the exception of ENGL 311, which has slowly sucked the life out of my very soul every MWF from 1:00-1:50). All the curriculum of each class has all overlapped so well.

But I'm most especially sad about 19th Century European Art ending...

Good bye my Romantics. I shall miss you...

Goya Saturn Devouring His Son 1819-1823

Caspar David Friedrich The Abbey in the Oakwood 1808-1810

See ya later PRB

John Everett Millias Ophelia 1851-52

And let's not forget my dear dear Impressionists....

Marry Cassat In the Box 1879

But the biggest take home message of the semester: Everyone in history dies of syphilis.

But really (Rachel knows).