rebellion
I do not want to go to schooool! I HAAATE school! Tomorrow I
History Greek and Roman history. Four hours. Following. In a fucking prefabricated. With so many things to note (yes, it should be noted that all they say because they speak not in the wind, those pesky teachers professional) that I even have time to yawn. And for all admit me when I hear about the organization of the Roman Principate ('Scuse the few, they said not even "worse," These Romans are crazy), I strongly urge to yawn .
And yet, tomorrow is not the worst. Tuesday morning I
English (Phew, sucks) and France Moderne. Modern France is nice, because it is in a lecture hall (locker so I all I can to catch up on Monday) and I listen to my teacher talk about how nice I know Henry More How the fled Poland on horseback to go * yawns and picks up the thread of the conversation a little further * the massacre of St. Bartholomew. After I eat at Subway with Lele, so all is well. I would go buy the comics, everything will be even more well. Then on Tuesday afternoon, I taf to BU (I have not tested yet, but it seems to do his homework under penalty ratation year-yes I'm talking France and yes this is normal). So I'm going to cram, and then play, then yawn. After, I would go to my hand drive. Because the hand, the university, for now it's cool-ups.
But the worst is Wednesday. Brothel ass, Wednesday scares me. It would be cool (hand from 12:30 to 14h, demography-where-you-can-pioncer-everything-you-want-you-seen-that-a-four-hour d 'edge-and-seen-as-the-daughter-to-side-of-me-take-the-word-for-all-the-class 14h-18h) but was besides the TD of Modern France 10:30 to 12:30. My teacher is a tyrant. It makes me freak my race. Especially since early December, I have an oral 15min to do alone. I hate, HATE the pills. But I will not go down Without a fight. Prof. TD, here I am!
Apart from that I have just two hours Français on Friday morning, two hours lost in the week then. But it's quiet, it's Français. So fuck has to get up-time.
The thing IS, you see, since I decided to talk about my life at 0:42 on a Sunday evening is that I have not the results of the second session of exams last year. Yes, they are like that in Toulouse they made us start classes before the results, that history has a chance to go down one level after a month of classes. Story that I slap, whatever.
Actually, I lied, I had two results in four. 10/20 in Contemporary History (it was hard too seriously), so I love the unknown teacher who put me 10 while I certainly deserve no more than 9, and 4.5 in methodology. And there BWAHAHA, I laugh! The methodology was math eh, and I do not know how to count. I've been through 4.5 Part French, so. I am always above average, though (bicause me to be a monumental crap, either) and they are my two notes Socio will decide my academic future.
Knowing that I have opened my courses (by correspondence) about four days before exams. Without ever having to sociology in my life.
If I have 10 on both exams, if I pass, then I am a genius and all academics are idiots (I like the general).
If I am under 10, if I do not pass, so I am officially the Queen dunces and I'm having a hard time getting motivated for this year. So I would spread my cancritude elsewhere.
Apart from that, I watched Private Practice with William, there was a lot of fun so it was zero, and yesterday I did a Buffy marathon (that crazy as it feels good, I spend many hours of my course, stand). Kendra 1 & 2 (c'mon, she has a voice in perraaave VO!), Living Conditions (what I ICON!), Something Blue and Hush (the episode is wonderful). I who did not like season 4 when I was little, well actually it tears, tell me!
Well, is time I go to kip. But not without giving this link: http://community.livejournal.com/ohnotheydidnt/40647959.html Yeah bin Jen Garner did before you! But it's funny anyway xD And I
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