Thoughts at the End of the Semester

I finished my last final for this semester just over an hour ago! Yay me! This semester has been really different from other semesters. Last week was one of the craziest weeks I have ever had in my life. My roommates and I were all over the place all the time. One night I was up until 3:00 am working on an essay, the next night I was up until 5:00 am finishing it. I'm glad that's over. Finals almost seemed like a breeze compared to last week. Hopefully I still have good grades in all my classes, mostly English! That class was invented by Satan. The teacher wasn't Satan--of course not--but the theories and literature were invented by Satan. If I am ever asked to read M Butterfly again, I will promptly pull out a lighter (provided I have one) and burn it. Hand me a packet about Post-structuralism and it's going out the window.

So now I wonder, how is it possible that my English teacher never wore the same thing twice throughout the whole semester? Not once. She never even wore the same pairs of shoes or earrings. And every outfit was completely different from the day before. How did she do that?!

When did my history professor first start wearing suspenders? Do they really hold your pants up? Maybe I should get some. How many pairs does he have? Or does he just use the same ones everyday? Maybe I should get him a bedazzled set for special occasions.

Where does all my biology professor come up with all his great jokes? Today's best joke: "Tiger Woods just announced that he plans to change his name to 'Cheetah Woods.'" HaHaHa

How did my community mates get through the whole semester while watching Hannah Montana and 90210? Not only are the shows just plain awful to watch, they still got all their homework done. How did they do it?

Lora loves to pop her gum. Loves it. She pops it while she does her homework, she pops it while she's watching her shows, and she pops it in the shower. Strangely enough, it doesn't bother me at all. It's just something I've noticed.

Why do little boys shoot you in the eye with their dart guns even when you tell them not to? Perhaps they just do not want to be discouraged.

Sometimes Marisa sleeps completely straight and it doesn't even look like she's in her bed. How does she do that? I also think I'm developing an extra supernatural sense when it comes to Marisa. One morning, I thought she had slept through a class, so I kind of panicked. Turns out that was class was the following day. Do you know what happened? She slept through the class the next day. Also, I had a feeling that Marisa might have forgotten her keys when I was leaving for lunch. When I got back, she had forgotten her keys. Maybe those are just coincidences?

All in all despite all the quirks and bumps along the way,

the semester was a success.