This has been the worst week of the semester. By leaps and bounds.
It's only Tuesday.
I have no money. No time. No right wrist.
I am officially failing a class for the very first time in my life. 47% in French. 3% stands between me and fulfilling the last of my language requirements.
I wrote a 2500 word paper last night. A 2000 one the night before.
Tomorrow I have a French interview and I don't speak French. It is 10% of my grade and right now, 10% makes a hell of a difference.
This weekend I am supposed to move. Yes, move all of the shit I have accumulated these past three years. I have to come up with a month's rent.
Monday I have a dictée, another 10% I desperately need.
Tuesday another 2500 word paper.
I can't think because when I do I realize I am ruined.
Oh, and I sprained my wrist. Why not.
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when spelling phonetically, one always divides the syllables into groupings which end in vowell sounds, and begin with consonant sounds
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Thanks, Leah. I'll be sure to remember that next time I try and spell cunt in Swedish.
Coon-tah?
Sarah Smith's a hottie.
How did you sprain your wrist?
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