A Girl With a Sword

They gave me candy

My brain is too tired to do anything but contemplate the strange messages on the inside of Dove chocolate wrappers and yet I still have two more exams to take. I love one thing about finals week, though, I get candy from all over the place, student senate, the library, roommates cleaning out their drawers. Despite not being able to think I've finally gotten around to looking into graduate schools this week. Well, I've looked before, but then I decided it'd be nice to go overseas, get out of this country. So this week I've been looking at such places as the University of Edinburgh and Trinity College in Dublin. It gives me some motivation to study for these blasted exams. I finished French this morning and I am so happy never again to have to go to class at seven forty-five in the morning and face Professor Neiles demanding personal information from me in French. Now I am going to go gleefully take my accents and dialects final which involves reciting Robert Louis Stevenson's poem "My Shadow" in eight different accents in one go. Yes, I like that class. And I found a four-leaf clover today for the first time. It's good timing.