C'est finit.

I refer, of course, to my feels-like-pulling-the-nail-off-my-thumb week. The only test that went sort of well was French. Out of gratitude, I have put some French in my title. Stats and Grammar, well, all I can say is they earned a rating of thumbs waaaaay down. Ah well. Two of my friends are up in Cleveland country this weekend to attend the wedding of another friend who transfered back there last year. Hahaa, I don't get to go because of my academic stress. I guess I technically COULD have gone but I'm trying to be mature and put grades first ... there was some drama in our little group about the whole trip to Cleveland but I don't want to get into it, it's a bit nerve-fraying so I think I'll let the situation be.

Today I also went through the third floor of Perkins Hall with Leslie, looking for male responses to my wonderful super sophisticated Stats survey question: How many hours a week do you study? It was amazing how many of them laughed when I asked. But nobody turned me away without answering. I think the fact that I offered them (bribed them with) minature KitKat bars had something to do with it. All in all, a pretty productive way to spend a half hour, considering how I otherwise would have spent it. Doing nothing.