Going... going... gone!

Ah. I"d almost forgotten what it was like to feel this down. But life never ceases to remind me as it kicks me in the face once again. Good news though, I wrote my psyc midterm. However, if the first five minutes before the test give any idication as to how I did...well I'm doomed. First, I forgot a pen. So I borrowed a pen from someone, then I discovered that lo and behold I didn't need a pen but I needed a pencil (as it was one of those scanner thingies), I gave the guy who told me I wouldn't need a pencil cause "Maclaren never gives scanner tests" hell before asking around for a pencil. Then as the professor said to come down and get the test he said to bring down our student id's. Well now, do you think I had my student id... ? No of course not. So... I waited till everyone else had gone down then meekly went down and offered my debit card - at least he laughed and only warned me to bring it next time. So there I was at the front of the lecture theatre, test in hand. All went well for the first three steps back up to my seat. I believe it was the fourth that I caught my foot on and ended up falling on. I halfed stumbled, half crawled the rest of the way to my seat. I sat there for a good 5 minutes trying to reject whatever my emotions were telling me to do and then started the test.
And that was just tonight. Got my french test back to say, needless to say, won't be getting an A in that class this term.
Ah yes and good news for all you Saint Johners who love me so much! Talked to my mother about the whole studying classics and its a definite no go sooo... looks like I"ll be here for another 2 to 3 years. However, I'll probably be moving back home so you won't actually get to see me much but whatever.
So that's my depressing post. The week isn't going so great so far but hopefully that will improve, if not, Dave is coming home this week so at least there will be someone to laugh at my pathetic life with me.
Okay. Perhaps I'll follow this up with something funny. I"ll try. Till then.