A Fool With a Tool Is Still a Fool.

Today I learned that when reviewing your notes before an exam, the most important ones will be illegible. My penmanship let me down around 4am last night it would appear. Naturally I applied the age old adage, "If you can't convince 'em, confuse 'em". To be fair, I wasn't devastated coming out of the exam and it's not because I don't care. I really need to pass some of these exams as I have a jam packed summer that's hurtling itself towards me quick smart. On second thought, maybe I'm hurtling myself towards summer. Maybe summer is indifferent to my existence. Summer, please be kind to me. Final year is already minus craic on the study front.

The professor of the literature course is actually a lovely, grandfatherly type of a man. He seems like he'd be great to sit by a fire with (or in this case, on a terrace or something) and listen to all his wonderful stories. As long as there was no pop quiz at the end. Which there was in this case. All I want is a pass. Like most of the educated ageing generation in Spain he is always impeccably dressed. I don't understand how the Europeans manage it but they always present themselves fabulously. Shined shoes and well cut jackets. Does he wear a dickie bow? In my head he does. He spent the exam playing with coins in his pocket and it didn't even make my blood boil. I highly doubt it's because I'm becoming more tolerant. Even though his lectures always felt like an eternity and I never understood a word he said, I really took a shining to him.

I figure we'll either do really well or really crap. When it rains, it pours. Sure, the cookie crumbles - but in whose hand? I'm on the road to success. I have to be. Too bad the road is always under construction.

In other news I finished work at the primary school the other day. It was such a lovely ending to what has been a marvellous year. Songs and games and still struggling with each others names. Goodbyes can be hard but I looked to Dr. Suess on this one and concluded: "Don't cry because it's over, smile because it happened." So smile I did.

6ºA and Yours Truly