Le finals.

My little brain is happy. My French exam went pretty well this morning; I think I did all right, although I'm almost positive I fucked up the subject/direct object asking-questions-doohickey. Whatever. In any case, I finished my exam, sold back my book, and washed the traces of French out of my brain. (I showered. It felt good. Close enough.) Do I know enough French to get by in either France or Quebec? Definitely not. But I think I knew enough to pass the class, and that's good enough for me.

I never have to take French again. *dance!*

Anyway, that's three finals down. I turned in my Advanced Fiction portfolio yesterday morning, right after my conference with Doctor Parks, presented my Poetry portfolio last night, and finished my French exam today. That leaves me with a Neo-Lit paper to write, a Shakespeare final to take, a Form and Theory exam to finish, and a band final which I technically do not have to attend. Oh, and work, too. Yes.

The hardest thing on that list is my NEL paper, which is due tomorrow at eleven, but I can do it. I may be up for a very long time tonight, but I can get that paper done -- especially if I start doing actual research now. Hm. ^.^

This post is extrememly boring. I apologize for that.

I also need to revamp my website and put that online, like I half-promised I would two months ago. Hm. Yes. Will work on that. (And I need to type up that Spin sequel -- Dizzy. I think I promised to do that after I wrote it, back in August.)

Freakouts.

( A somewhat funny real-life story with a point. Gasp! )

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