Anyway, the whole Urbana situation looked completely hopeless, so I was in a funk for a big portion of the day, until around 3:30, when I got a glimmer of hope. Nothing is certain, it may not come through, but I'm still going to cling on to it like crazy. Oh, and pray. That's probably important. I should fine out either way for sure tomorrow.
Had my Spanish recording together, with my partner. I think it went okay. Hopefully it will be fine grade wise. The rest of Spanish was okay, though I had the worst luck because the teacher called on me for the one thing I did not have an answer for. Don't you hate when that happens? Any other question, I probably would've been all right, pero para este pregunta, no tuve nada. Oh well, it happens.
Work was fine, slow in the last hour. And I don't know why, but I became pretty grateful that I have such a secure job (even though it can be so busy that it drives me bonkers). Well, I guess that's good. I can't believe my mood swings, though. I get so negative then later happy fairly quickly. Some days I swear I'm bipolar - even though I know realistically that I'm not, I do get frustrated by them. It's all probably part of being a teenager. *sigh* Can't wait until I'm 20.
Ashley
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