story of my life, basically.
the play is done and now i'm really just coasting. and it shows. i'm not as up to par in arabic as I have been in the past, i'm not nearly an excelled student in history of modern south asia, I zone out while my professor waxes poetic about avant garde film, and I think the epitome of fun is staring dreamily at my professor last hour on tuesdays/thursdays as he reads us poetry by alexander pushkin in his deep russian accent. i'll pick out where I live next year, i'll register for classes I will take next year, i'll prove that I learned something this semester and then i'm done with my first year of college.
fin.