Don't get me wrong. I had no illusions. I wasn't suddenly expecting a life of relaxation and glamour...I'm too old to be that naive.
However, I feel it's worth noting that it's only the first day of my second semester in my second year and I am already way passed my weekly limit of stressed out. I just wrote as much of an essay as my seemingly dehydrated brain can muster and I think I shall turn in for the night or I'll never make that class tomorrow morning, and it is imperative that I do.
Oh and my crazy brain can't think up a hundred more words about magazine exceptionalism but can remember all the other million and one things I haven't managed to do?? Oh shucks that's helpful!!
PS
Wondering about the title?? Everything seems to sound exceedingly more glamorous in French, don't you think??
However, I feel it's worth noting that it's only the first day of my second semester in my second year and I am already way passed my weekly limit of stressed out. I just wrote as much of an essay as my seemingly dehydrated brain can muster and I think I shall turn in for the night or I'll never make that class tomorrow morning, and it is imperative that I do.
Oh and my crazy brain can't think up a hundred more words about magazine exceptionalism but can remember all the other million and one things I haven't managed to do?? Oh shucks that's helpful!!
PS
Wondering about the title?? Everything seems to sound exceedingly more glamorous in French, don't you think??
