I hate how my mom is always right!

[lemoine]

So I've been majorly stressing lately over my last week of classes. So much to do, so little time. But, as my mom told me the other day, I go through this the last week of every semester, and somehow manage to get it all done and everything turns out fine.

I stayed up pretty much all last night working on a French paper. 12 pages in French about Islamic women and scarves. Ugh. But at least now it's done (pretty much), except for making all the corrections that my French professor will tell me to make once she reads it...

This week:

Tuesday: 20-minute presentation on this French paper (in French).
Wednesday: Response paper for International Development due.
Thursday: 20-minute presentation on another French paper (in French). Different class, same professor, same length, more difficult.
Friday: Econ. final (oh, thank you Jesus!)
Saturday: (Hopefully) working on my International Development term paper...and packing. Parents coming to move me out. Starting to drive home.
Sunday: Driving home.
Monday-Friday: Working on 15-20 page International Development paper that is due by Friday.

And then... FREEDOM SEX LOVE SHOPPING HEART OF DARKNESS