Let me set the scene for you:
It was approximately 2PM on the best day of my life when it all began innocently enough with me sitting on a chair. This chair was no ordinary chair though, it would be the last ever chair bearing the university's logo that I would ever sit on. You see, on that day at approximately 2PM I finished my final pen stroke in what had been a 16 year journey of organised education.
I remember it clearly dear Escapists, as I finished up my final essay involving the 'Vagina Dentata' for "film and psychoanalysis" class. It was glorious my friends, staring at the piece of paper where my final answer was staring lovingly back at me.
I made sure I didn't miss any questions, checked my spelling and finally realised.
"Oh shit...I'm done completely"
All that remained for me to do was to bring my paper to the front of the lecturing hall and hand it to my lecturer. Let me tell you that I did not just 'hand it' to my professor, I literally handed the shit out of that paper. As I walked toward my final goal I spied in the corner of my eye Dragonforce playing a classic 80's power ballad. Gordon Freeman sat at the back of the hall, and he nodded slightly.
Bikini babes started to dance all around me, slutty bikini babes. Slurms MacKenzie the party worm was there as my steps slowed and Vangelis started to play music all around me. In slow motion, the class stood as one and started to clap.
I truly knew what it felt to be Caesar crossing the Rubicon those days my friends, oh yes. As the paper hit the desk, the enormity of the moment hit me as I punched the professor in the face and made out with ten hot chicks from my class. It was truly epic my friends!
Wait...where was I? Sorry, I got a bit distracted....oh yes, the best moment in my life.
Later that day I found $5 on the street...that, sadly, was the best moment of my life.