I've read and pretty much understood 2 of the 3 chapters that I'm supposed to know for my programming test on Wednesday. Now, I'm well aware that I need to do a lot more than just read the chapters, but I still felt pretty good about having accomplished that much until I looked at the sample test and couldn't answer a single question on it. I am so effing screwed.

How come I always wind up hating my major during fall semesters? Last year I was so fed up with it that I was thisclose to changing it and now I'm wondering what could have possibly been so magical about last spring that made me decide to stick with it. Admittedly, political science would have been a terrible choice, but the "I love watching the news so I'd enjoy poli sci" rationale was ridiculous anyway. I can, however, properly justify wanting to be an English/Spanish major - I've enjoyed reading since kindergarten, the best thing about this semester so far has been writing a report on Fallingwater, I love correcting grammar of both the english and spanish persuasions, and when I saw the word "estare" on my spanish phrase calendar this morning my little heart fluttered with future tense entusiasmo. Seriously, I can form eloquent english sentences with the best of them y sabes lo que yo estoy escribiendo? Puedes leerlo sin pensando? No? Yo puedo. Puedo porque espanol no es complicada para mi. He aprendido mucha de la lengua y si no la use, olvidare. Ten hours of combined english and spanish AP credit and yet when I talk to people about my major I have to correct them when they assume that I am artistic. Confound much?

Ignore this, I'm full of crap.