Oh heavens, what is wrong with me? I cannot even concentrate on my studies! It is quite terrible timing for this.
Dad is up to help me pack my things and bring me home. "Don't worry", he said, "You'll marry a nice Funeral Director."
If only it was that easy!
My sister is working at an Ad Agency for her Senior Experience. She was filing ads, and happened upon one for
French Mortuary. She mentioned to her boss that I'm a funeral director. So, now I most likely will have a wonderful job set up for the Summer, if all is possible. That's what I need -- to get my mind back on what is important.
Now back to studying.
Chemistry did not go well.