Prfffffffffffffffffffffff (tests of recovery,, there I go!) Well, the college experience is no longer exciting and innovative to be hideously stressful, and that's because I have the searched 2 of the 6 exams that I had this semester, which this week I'll spend almost cloistered in my room I will make the library my second home, to see if I can get me the inevitable recovery tests looming on my calendar and I try to avoid by all means until the fateful moment of them.
But apart from that, everything goes well, eeehhh!
Let's see, was dramatic, yes, but suspend is one of those things after doing BA second you look at the obligation to get used to. More than anything if you make a scientist and you are totally hopeless at chemistry and math. You say you: why the hell you get there, instead of making letters? and believe me, there is a question that I have not I done very rarely.
A part of me something disastrous academic life, the rest is fine. Or so I think, because this month has been virtually devoid of all social life have I ever believed, and now seems like a mushroom-induced hallucination to Mulder and Scully (and that Skinner is melted). My family, although they spend much of the hours of the day at home (taking into account those 8 happened sleeping) assure me no hair, and my brother who believes that studying for exams fucking is something I do for fun, and that wafer is a cheap excuse for not attending any family event to come out. Although I must admit that I have not to do so much less put up with all those fireworks with which inexplicably share genetic endowment.
And not that my life this week will be hell. And the next I have the holy intention after the last exam is over, do something crazy like myself eat a box of 6 chocolate donuts, or escape on a plane to somewhere ...
... or stay at home watching heart of winter, that will be more (sad) Provably happens.
What a dog's life! (Which lives more dog) ACE
