One more week and the semester ends. Come on, dammit, come on. Hurry up. I'm tired. Our study days begin on the 3rd, but since they don't officially begin until 11 in the morning, Prof. Nazirella wants to have class. Shit, lady. It's bad enough she tosses a shitload of work the last minute and now this. I think I've managed three A's and a B again this semester, which I've gotten both of the previous semesters. I can't swing all A's for whatever reason. And I have the B in what should've been the easiest class.
