Gay Day!

Hi all!

When I was in Spanish III in high school, I had a lot of fun. I went by the name Carmen, although I'd have rather been called Esperañza, but that name was taken. My teacher was a bit cuckoo. Don't get me wrong - I loved her class, but she had a very prolific sense of humor and fun. She was from Venezuela originally, and so her accent made her all the more funny (in a good way). Every Friday, we'd have class for a bit, and then we'd do something fun, which is why she dubbed Friday "Gay Day." English isn't her first language, and thus the implications that we normally associate with the word "gay" should be suspended. Anyway, in remembrance of all the good "Gay Days" I had in high school Spanish, I have decided to name this day, the last day of studying for FLS 315: Culture and Civilization of the Iberian peninsula, accordingly. After all, both were Spanish classes and I enjoyed both of them immensely. My exam for FLS 315 is tomorrow, a las ocho en la mañana. I've studied a bit, but I'm not going to go loca on this exam. I've retained a great deal of the information that we've learned over the semester, and the review sheet she gave us has helped me to form some good answers to potential discussion questions. Overall, I feel really good about this exam. I hope that I feel really good about it after I take it tomorrow too.

After Spanish, I'll be studying Forensic Anthropology until thursday afternoon, and then I'll take that exam a la una de la tarde el jueves, and then I'll commence a rapid, frantic studying of the most dreaded class ever: Zoology, or as I shall now refer to it, La pesta negra. I can't convey how worried I am right now about those exams, but maybe the terms heart palpitations, hyperventilation, dreams of anti-anxiety medication, and insomnia can correctly convey my current condition. I have found that if I take a step back and breathe for a bit, and maybe focus on what I do know already, I can get through my exams. The exams aren't the bad part - the studying is the bad part. I can work myself into a nervous breakdown just by studying. That is why, when Friday comes, after 11 AM, I will be taking it easy for that whole day. I not going to do jack. I'm going to plop my wide butt down in my chair or on my bed and watch TV or movies or sleep or read for the rest of the day. Then I'm going to commence a nice, slow, leisurely perusall of all material related to my last final examination, that of organic chemistry on Monday in hopes that I will not be a ball of nerves come Monday morning's exam. In fact, I am only writing this post in order to dispel some of my nervous energy. It seems to be working, as long as I don't think more than a few hours into the future.

In other news, I'm moving out of my dorm room next Monday and Tuesday. Despite the crushing sadness I know such an action will no doubt bring, I am restless to get to those days, for that will mean that I am through with final examinations and can finally go home and cry in my little corner.

Oh, and I wanted to ask: no one is going to think ill or less of me if I don't have a 4.0 GPA for this semester, right? Because as of now, I don't think I can handle the stress of having a 4.0, especially the stress of trying to keep that 4.0. I know I must sound like a poor little smart girl, complaining about her test score because she only scored 101 out of 100, but I am serious. It is a tremendous strain to maintain that GPA, and I can't take it anymore. If I didn't already think that it was gone, I'd be tempted to blow it intentionally just to get rid of the stress so I could actually enjoy my classes instead of worrying about every score. So, will y'all still love me if I don't do so well this semester?

Yours truly,

Carmen