| Current mood: | pissed off |
| Current music: | Veruca Salt - Loneliness Is Worse |
Blah, I'm so bitter. I had to hand in my final, final copies of world lit one and world lit two. I think I did really good on world lit one, but it could have used more quotes. It's "Introversion in Franz Kafka's The Metamorphosis and Fyodor Dostoyevsky's Crime and Punishment. World lit two, I did a creative essay, which I think is 2a, I wrote an additional chapter for Allende's The House Of The Spirits. It was a piece of shit. I've never made up so much crap in my life. Then today at 3:25 I had the oral exam *shudders*. The piece I was given was "after apple picking" By Frost. I did so awfull, I think I used the word assonance where it wasn't applicable. Oh, well, I'm an idiot. I think the only thing I really learned writing those stupid world lits is how to spell Dostoyevsky. How pathetic is that?
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