Man am I feeling LOW right now. I just totally and utterly bombed my Chinese final. I'm pretty sure I wasn't the only one because as soon as people started to look at the exam you could see the panicked look on their faces morph into a visage of miserable resignation. I can't remember the last time I did so poorly on an exam. I guess I should have sprechened sie Deutsch because Chinese is one hundred percent kicking my ass. Of course it doesn't help that I have a minute level of four different languages swimming around in my brain so when I try to say something in Zhong-wen, I end up throwing in some Deutsche, Hangul, and Espanol. Oh well, at least I've gotten good grades in two other classes. Now I just have one paper revision left and I dread revising that paper more than I dreaded writing the damn thing. One more week...one more week until I can read for the sheer pleasure of it, until I can have a drunken 21 Jumpstreet marathon in my pajamas, until I can stop staying up late at night considering the ramifications of deconstructionism and globalism on gender dynamics. UGH!
Well, I have to take Iniki to the vet. He'll probably think I'm taking him for a walk and get all excited.
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