Put on a happy face

My parents just left for Turkey and they're going to be gone for two whole weeks. It's pretty nerve-wracking, considering the fact that grades will be released on the 6th and I have absolutely no idea if I'm going to make it to the second semester. As it is the semestral break, however, I am valiantly trying to push such thoughts out of my head. Maybe it's a good thing that my parents will be away when I get my grades ... yeah, it's probably a good thing. We shall see.

To your left, ladies and gentlemen, you will see a picture of what my life was like for 5 months. Of course, I didn't have the time to coordinate outfits all the time (this was taken on a day where I actually cared to match) but basically, I spent 5 months panicking about how to make it through recitation. And quizzes. And midterms. And finals. That brick post holds quite a lot of thoughts because we've all hit our heads against it at one time or another.

I wanted to write a whole what-I-learned-in-my-first-semester entry but then now I think it would be better to just make fun of myself because bad thoughts are going to get me nowhere at this point.

It's strange, for instance, how I've developed an aversion to electric fans. When my brother was the only law student at home, I would get so annoyed because when I'd turn on the fan he'd get so mad at me. "My cases, my cases!" I DID NOT understand it then and, well, guess who's sweating buckets now. I don't care if I melt, dammit, THE CASES ARE SACRED AND SHOULD NOT BE MOVED. If my mother insists on turning the fans on I would be on my feet fluttering around for something to weigh the piles down - remote control, cellphone ... anything. It's crazy.

Okay I'm gonna go read now. Finally.