End of the semester, that is. This semester has reinforced my belief that I write well but am horrid at analyzing literature; that I don’t study my spanish nearly enough (but enough to pass, natch) , and that logic is easy as long as your instructor isn’t prone to excess verbiage.

Surreal moment: I gave away my copy of my favorite book of the semester. She needed it, I had just come from the final class discussion, and I told her not to worry about giving it back. And THEN realized that ohshit I just gave away MY BOOOOOOOOOOK!

The fall semester is all planned out, and I have more papers to write.