Dang. I’m so over-due on a blahg post. I honestly couldn’t even remember what my last one was about until I just checked. That one was long. Ain’t no body got time for that, so I’ll spare you this time. It’s exam week(s). Yes. Exams extend for three long miserable weeks here. I keep telling myself that I’m just making up for all the work I haven’t done all semester. So, I guess I can handle the small (large) bite in the butt that this is giving me even though I want to pull my hair out. So far, three exams down with one to go. Can I just say these three have been MIZ??? No, really. Even if the material was the easiest stuff I’ve ever studied (which it’s not—British people must have higher neurological function than the rest of us), the set up is just CRAY. A break-down for ya:
-Every one of my finals was an essay. Not just one essay each, but like, four, or five. And LONG. Like, several looseleaf pages worth of longness to get a good mark. Yes, mark. Not grade.
-Speaking of good marks, a 70 is an A. So is a 100. But no one gets 100s, so if you get a 70, you’re smart. Got a 65 on a paper I wrote and I did a mini-celebratory dance. I’m like, your smartest friend. First time for every thing, I tell ya.
-Test taking set ups are super intimidating. All the ones I’ve taken have been in large auditoriums with assigned seats, ACT-style booklets for essay writing on each desk, people from all different modules and a big, scary English accented man at the front. Except for one, which was a big, scary English accented woman. But, regardless. English people just sound really smart.
-I might as well have just let them strip search me to make sure I wasn’t cheating. It’s that serious. Yes, I do have all the answers tattooed on my lower back, as a matter of fact. Do you want to check?
-Grades are done anonymously with my student ID number, which I’ve finally memorized. So any and all pity marks I may have gotten from my professors for being the foreign kid: outta the window, yo.
Bottom line: I might have failed all my classes since these dang things were 100% of my grades. Which I didn’t. Or I might have. I don’t know. All I need is 40% on each of them. Meh. HOW DO YOU EXPECT ME TO STUDY WHEN I’M TRAVELING THE WORLD?? Sheesh.
I went to Ibiza, Spain during my pre-exam-relaxation-and-rejuvenation week (aka “study week.”) That was fun. I’m pretty sure it’s the only cool thing I’ve done since my last post. All we did the whole time (other than study, obviously….) was eat, eat, eat, lay in the sun, which I haven’t seen since August, eat, drink, eat, drink, drink, sleep. It was all inclusive room, food and drinks. THAT’S A THING. I KNOW, RIGHT?! I took three pictures of myself the whole time, but only one’s making it up here, so here ya go! Girl, looka dat body…
Yeah, right. Strategic leg placement so you can’t see my abs. I try to be humble.
Here’s my natural hair. Betcha didn’t know that about me, did ya? Thanks, pop.
I have a mean straightener. It’s a fighter, I tell ya.
Other than that, I’ve been sitting in my room with my dirty clothes pile that lit’rally only consists of four pairs of underwear since all I do is shower, study, sleep, study, shower and put the same t-shirt and Nike shorts on over and over again (and let’s be real, who wears a bra not in public anyway?) If you’re doing the math, yes, I did laundry on Friday. I have my last final on Thursday, which gave me a bit of time for this blog post, and then on Friday I’m going to ROME! Gonna hang with the Pope-ster and play on the Amalfi coast with my girl, Emily, and I cannoottttt waittttt! And then, get this:
I COME HOME! TO AMERICA! INSANE, ISN’T IT???
(To be clear, that’s exactly two weeks from today. 4th of June. Does anyone know where the time went? Because I sure don’t. And I don’t think I want to talk about it.)
~ Gabrielle Campo