No Puedo Pensar Más

Just got home from my Spanish final.

My head hurts.

As far as how I did: Eh. Could go either way. Three-fourths of it was surprisingly easy, but the last page was a paragraph* in Spanish where we had to fill in missing phrases. That was painful. Usually those are easy, but I think the professor lifted the paragraph from Spanish 12**, forgetting that we are merely in Spanish 2***, because I couldn't translate half of it, much less know what I was supposed to fill in (there wasn't a list of phrases to choose from, which would have made it immensely easier, which I suppose was the point of having no list****). So I pretty much bombed that part.

However, since I think I did pretty good on the rest of it, I may have come out even.

So thus ends my second lame post in less than 24 hours, but now I have the whole summer off, so when I'm not laying out I will of course be devoting all of my time to thinking of kick butt blog entries. And drinking piña coladas with Jorge, my new pool boy.



* That doesn't sound like much, but it was a LONG paragraph. More like five paragraphs put together, really.
** Español Doce.
***Español Dos.
****This originally said "...which I suppose was the point of the lack of list," which sounds funnier, but also sounds grammatically wrong for some reason. This could be because I only have four brain cells left to devote to the English language, and they are all thinking about going out for CERVEZA, or "beer" for you non-dual-language-speakers.