Almost there...

Tomorrow, I'll take my final for forensic anthropology after a hurried and frantic review of all of my notes when I wake up. And then, I'll commence the final study for my dreaded class...La pesta negra. I'm worried, but in a hollow sort of way...like I know that I have until tomorrow to worry about it. But come tomorrow, I will be frantic and I will be scared and I will be sorry that I didn't sacrifice the time I spent studying for other exams to this one. I'm already scared, but I am determined that I will not let that class get to me. If I fail the final, I fail the final. If I make a fifty on the final, I'll make a B in the class. If I make a 60 on the final, I'll get a B+. But looking back over everything, I realize that there is so much that I have to go over that I may have to settle for a 25 on the final, giving me a C in the class, just because there is so much to review and basically relearn. I hate this material...it does not interest me in the least so the only way I can make myself pass the test is to memorize all that I can. I'll review my old tests and then the review questions My professor posted, and then I'll pray and try not to cry. Seriously, I am already on the verge of tears, but I am rejoicing in the knowledge that it is almost over. After friday's exam, I'm going to start dismantling my room and then maybe order a pizza or some chinese with the money I got from selling back my physics book (yes, I sold it). And then come saturday and sunday, I will do my best to study hard for organic, because it looks like organic and spanish will be the only classes that I make A's in this semester. But, que será, será. I'll just have to live with the consequences. I don't think that I will be taking as heavy a load next semester...I'm already considering dropping spanish phonetics and just sticking with five classes instead of six. Anyway, I still have one chapter left to read for Forensics and then it's off to bed (with the TV on mindless programming). Wish me luck, or at least let me know that you all still love me even though I'm really bummed and scared about my exams.

Gay Day! (Again)

Hi again,

I couldn't resist letting you know about the one bit of real fun that I've had today. I had my physics exam bright and early this morning, and I feel really bad about the score, seriously bad. But, my compensation was going to be that I would get to sell my physics book back for maybe ten or more dollars later on today. Well, it is later on today, and the damn booth for selling back books ain't open yet! I want to get rid of this book ASAP, and they haven't even opened the booth! Well, to vent my frustration, I chose as guinea pig. my physics text book. I rescued the book of ill repute from its lowly place on my floor, and moved it into the center of the room. Once I had the book positioned on the center of my rug, I proceeded to kick off my flip flops and step onto the book. Once I had both feet on the book, I commenced jumping up and down while yelling profanities. My roommate thought it looked so fun that when I offered to let her have a go, she accepted with alacrity and began to pounce up and down on my textbook. After our bits of pouncing, we both pronounced ourselves to be much relieved and have both promised to repeat the experience with other, less-favored text books. I would recommend this procedure to any person suffering the want of a good class, a good teacher, and/or a good textbook. You really must try it. Hopefully, I will be able to sell my book back later today. If they do not want the book, and will not buy it back, I will simply apply the book toward one of these uses: a doorstop, fire kindling/tinder, a paper-airplane source, a projectile to be dropped onto unsuspecting freshmen, paper for covering a piñata, or a tent for the fish in my fishtank. If you can come up with any other uses, please let me know.

I also wanted to mention that I added a "Links" section onto the sidebar that you see to the left. In this section, you will find links to my new blog, "That which we call a rose," and my roommate's blog, "It's not about the words." I would advise checking in on both of them periodically. The former will provide you with a bit of beauty to start your day; the latter will make you question why you ever bothered to read my blog when you could read the much superior writings of my most-esteemed roommate. I believe that's all I had to say.. oh, wait, there is something else...

Prepare yourself for some news of vile goings-on. Whilst I was studiously attending my physics notes yesterday at approximately 7:30 yesterday evening and my roommate was engaged in reviewing her Zoology lectures, we both heard an interesting noise emanating from somewhere in the suite. From inside our room, the noise sounded as if a bed were being bounced upon with some haste, accompanied by the sounds of creaking bed springs. You can well imagine our first thoughts as to the source of the noise. Upon hearing some loud comments in the room across the hall, we were obliged to open our door to communicate with our neighbors. The result of our discourse was that the noises came from the A room at the front of the suite, the noises were accompanied by moaning and other bodily noises, and that the noises have occured at regular frequencies throughout the semester. How very interesting. Well, you can be in no doubts as to what action those noises signified, and I can now only offer my amusement tempered with a good part of disgust, for college students who would shag eachother in a fully crowded suite so that everyone in the suite would have no choice but to listen to their amore. Bravo.

Yours truly,

Jessica