Finals Week...Finally!

So after months of wailing, we've come down to "finals week" (dun, dun, dunnnnn).  Let me tell you, I am giddy to be here, but not so giddy thinking about my Italian final that is looming like a big giant juicy meatball...ready to fall and crush me.

I am so trying not to panic about this, but I am.  I woke up at 2:30 a.m. yesterday morning and could not get back to sleep until 6 a.m. partly because of the iced tea I had during my classes on Thursday afternoon, but MOSTLY because I kept thinking about writing a paragraph cold as part of my Italian final.  Dio mio!

I have my final project for my writing workshop which has gone from a short story to an epic novel because of the revisions and a prequel aspect that I've added.  See...I can write my Italian-American off...as long as it's in English...puhleeze don't have me write in Italian about an unknown subject.  Aaauuuggghhhh.

I'm trying to not think of the impact on my 3.7 GPA that Italian will have.  Oh, and speaking of that, I stopped by to speak to my adviser from the accelerated degree program I had completed three years ago (but still needed 21 credits to get my diploma, and don't start with me), and she told me I could have taken Italian with a Pass/Fail option that would not have affected my GPA at all.  Sonofabitch!!!  That's right...I said that.  I was never ever told that by the advisor I went to to enroll, and why didn't this other chick tell me, huh?  She didn't think I ever contacted her, but the anal, cover-my-ass personality knew better, and I found the email I had sent both of them back in December.  Aha! 

Listen, I absolutely love this little advisor chicklet, but holy piss, that would have taken so much of the agita out of these last few months for me...hello!!!  Oh well, too late.  I still adore my Italian professor and have enjoyed her class.  And, I have really enjoyed the writing workshop class.  It is so amazing how talented the 18-22 year old students are and how much they like to drop F-bombs and write about sex and drugs and rock and roll.  I'm thinking they felt safe enough in this course to be able to just let it go and write about things that they know or think they know.  Some of them overdid it, but on the whole, I totally enjoyed the short stories, and the professor is extremely funny and very decent.

So, next we meet, I will relieved to be over exams and perhaps even have seen the hit my GPA has taken in the neck for my inability to master the mother tongue.  Ciao, Ciao!