I don’t like when people ask me about the amount of loans I’ve taken out within my last two years of college…. ARE YOU TRYING TO GIVE ME A PANIC ATTACK? just… no… stop… studying abroad in London for my entire sophomore year was expensive okay…. so unless you’re trying to pay it off for me then stop being nosey. NOW BUGGER OFF.
Coco’s Plan for Summer 2013:
focus on me! take some much needed Courtney time to reevaluate my life and the goals I set for myself. sit on the beach with a drink in hand at least three times a week. work a job (or two!) take a road trip with friends. but most of all try to find happiness.
and let’s not forget I need to find a way into TG’s life… that is all folks.
so done with life. like… i actually give up.
Today never happened
at least that it what I will now repeat to myself until I believe it.
bullshit family problems/issues is how today began. I’ll just gloss over that. Today, I had my spanish exit exam (reading/listening/writing). There is no possible way to study for this, because you don’t know exactly what material the exam will cover. The exam is 55 minutes long and it is pass/fail. Oh, did I mention I have to pass it to receive credit for this class? mind you, I’ve maintained an A+ all semester. Exams already fill me with anxiety but this one left my hands shaking while reading the material, especially during the listening portion. The listening went way too fast and just yeah I wanted to cry when I walked out… to top it off, I had to use the rest of my “grocery/gas” money to buy a book I need for my American Novel class and when I walked back to my car I had a parking ticket because my meter was expired. DID I MENTION THAT THE METER WAS BROKEN WHEN I TRIED TO PUT QUARTERS IN IT?
I hate today. I hate school. I hate classes that make you take a pass/fail “exit exam” when you clearly have an A in the class.
feeling burnt out. I’ve written too many essays and studied for too many exams in my lifetime. I am done.
moving back to America in the morning. Moving to London for my sophomore year of college was easily the greatest decision I’ve ever made in my short 20 years of life. I came here looking to create experiences and travel and I’m leaving after having fallen in love with a city and becoming best friends with people who are now family to me. London, this isn’t goodbye, this is a “see you later.”