Un-fucking-believable!
I did so many hours of work this weekend. My estimate, without exaggeration, is fourteen hours. With exaggeration it's twenty.
I was very behind in my french reading-- somewhere around 240 pages. The book itself is about 300 pages long. Yeah. So I read for 7 and a half hours, 120 pages. About 16 pages per hour, a personal worst, but after all, it was in French.
Today I read some more and worked on my 333 from 2 PM until 11 PM. And I still maintain that it is not such a big deal. My new hypothesis is that our school is full of whiners. Especially after hearing some of the complaints my mom gets at the health center. This is a quote, and to the anonymous speaker, never ever reveal yourself, for your dignity's sake:
The thermometers at the Health Center do not read the correct temperature. Once I had a fever but I had to go back to my dorm because the thermometer said my temperature was normal.
I think it's because so many people at Exeter have too much money. If you don't like the way our school works, go build your own. God knows your father wouldn't have any financial trouble as a result.
Shit shall go down, I promise. By the end of the week, it shall go down. I swear on all the Soubeyrans.
You wouldn't get that last reference if you haven't read Manon des Sources. And 48 hours ago, I wouldn't have gotten it either.
Till next time.
I was very behind in my french reading-- somewhere around 240 pages. The book itself is about 300 pages long. Yeah. So I read for 7 and a half hours, 120 pages. About 16 pages per hour, a personal worst, but after all, it was in French.
Today I read some more and worked on my 333 from 2 PM until 11 PM. And I still maintain that it is not such a big deal. My new hypothesis is that our school is full of whiners. Especially after hearing some of the complaints my mom gets at the health center. This is a quote, and to the anonymous speaker, never ever reveal yourself, for your dignity's sake:
The thermometers at the Health Center do not read the correct temperature. Once I had a fever but I had to go back to my dorm because the thermometer said my temperature was normal.
I think it's because so many people at Exeter have too much money. If you don't like the way our school works, go build your own. God knows your father wouldn't have any financial trouble as a result.
Shit shall go down, I promise. By the end of the week, it shall go down. I swear on all the Soubeyrans.
You wouldn't get that last reference if you haven't read Manon des Sources. And 48 hours ago, I wouldn't have gotten it either.
Till next time.