I love it when the semester ends. But why do they have to ruin it by making me take final exams? Next is my final for the dreaded Dr. C. Part of me just wants to go in there and get it over with so I never have to see him ever again, but the other part of me is a chicken and just doesn't wanna.
Dr. C's class is on the postcolonial novel, and if anyone knows what that means, now would be the time to tell me. Apparently, it has to do with a bunch of people griping and writing stories without plots but with lots of sex.
Happy birthday, Dear Reader Tomovoz.