This is an old picture (hence the "what the heck was she thinking" bangs), but it is the only one that properly describes the way I am feeling. No, my ears aren't cold, but I am going crazy. I have not enough time in a day--however, I am posting, how does that work? Procrastination, aw, yes. I am carrying a light load of credits this semester, but they are kicking my little booty. Hard.
Actually, just one of them. Russian. Ugh. I don't even like saying that word anymore. I took a Russian class when Makay and I got married thinking I would stop at one class. For some reason I continued to take them. Dumb move. Up until this point it has been fairly easy. This semester that all changed. You see, I am now in the class with all of the returned missionaries where as before it was just us "home grown" students. ("Home grown"= all students who didn't serve a mission in Russia and were stupid enough to minor in the language. Yes, minor. It is my minor.) There are 20 people in the class of which only 3 are home grown. Yeah.
My teacher is Russian. She is a great lady, but it's a difficult class. It doesn't help that for some reason I cry when I'm nervous. This is an extremely annoying reaction which I inherited from my mother. Needless to say, I've wiped many tears in that class. Some from nerves, but some from pure fear of a lowered GPA after this semester... which means no full-ride next semester, something I for sure thought I was going to receive.
It's a sorry excuse but this is why my posts are few and far between. I can't wait until this semester is OVER.
