End of the first semester
Up until today, I had been enjoying college immensely. Not just college itself, but the whole general experience. And not to sound melodramatic or anything, but today has turned into--no lie--one of the worst days ever.

I finished my two ten-page papers this morning, and got them turned in on time, no problem. I had already turned in the other fourteen pages, so no problem there, either. I had a final in African Art at five-thirty, and a final in French at eight-thirty.

When I started to study for french, I noticed that on one page, I had it written down (and mentally noted) that the final was thursday, but on another page, I had it as wednesday. I immediately, of course, started to worry, and called a girl in my french class. She was all like, "yeah, it was last night. We tried to call you, but all we got was your voicemail." Last night, my phone was dead. So, of course, I started to panic, because my grade in the class was riding on the final, but several phone calls, one pitiful e-mail, and one call to the head of the french department later, and I'm still shit outta luck. The head of the department said it was up to my teacher, and not only could I not get ahold of her, she has a strict no-makeup policy.

Unfortunately, it only got worse from there. I was understandably a little depressed, and I thought maybe selling my books would be a good idea, since I needed the money. I didn't sell the textbooks yet, because I still needed them to study with, but I sold the little accompanying texts, and got a grand total of thirty-two dollars for them. This semester, I spent over six-hundred dollars on books and supplies.

So, I studied for a little while longer, and then went to go take my African Art test. I got to the building, and no one was there. I waited half an hour, called the teacher, went to her office, and sent another pitiful e-mail. Then I went to David's house and cried a little.

Now I don't know what to do. I should hopefully still have a low A in African Art, and if I'm very, very lucky, maybe a low B in French. I'm not optimistic, though. I need a 3.5 to keep my scholarship, and before today, I was counting on all A's. I don't know what to do except sit around and feel sorry for myself the rest of the evening.