Wednesday, February 4, 2009

Classes this semester

are horrible.


make me forget why I chose this major.

aren't things that I'm good at.

aren't things that I can even pretend to be good at.

depress the heck out of me.

make me want to drop out...every single day.

Except Welsh, of course.


TheMoncurs said...


I still love you though. If you listen very very carefully you will be able to hear your own personal cheering squad down here in Mesa.

Go, Team Becca!

Katy said...

Oh bendith! Ac Becca, dy llyfrawr bach di gallu helpus ti! (pretend that that last part makes sense okay?)

Nancy said...

Do I need to stage an intervention? What can I do for you? Do you need to come for dinner? Food helps in all cases no? You tell me, I come help.

Caitlin said...

Know what you mean. Econometrics is not meant for political science majors. Dumb. Hang in there, you're almost done! (though I thought you were in December?)

Becca said...

Kayla: That makes me feel better!
Katy: Diolch ac archfarchnad!
Nancy: You know we love to have dinner with you any time, regardless of academic crises!
Caitlin: Econometrics? I don't know what that means! (And I'm graduating in April) (Unless I drop out or fail something) (Which is looking more and more likely)