I just finished my first university exam. It was philosophy and I’m feeling pretty good about it. Finished with an hour left though, which is either a sign of my extreme genius or of my extreme failure. I guess we’ll see. I managed to kill another half hour reviewing my essays so I guess I used all the time that I could.

But that’s not what I wanted to talk about. I wanted to talk about the very embarrassing and painful experience that was falling off my bike right before my exam. Yep. I’m that skilled. I wasn’t seriously hurt (twisted ankle and scraped knee and ripped jeans. I want mom.) But I was bleeding a little and obviously was completely mortified. And out of the more than three people that saw, only one quickly asked if I needed a hand. I was shocked when people actually laughed.

I sound old I guess, but I guess I would have liked to think that more people would offer a hand, or you know, hold in their laughter until they had walked past…

Anyway. I write the three hour exam with a napkin on my knee to try to stop bleeding and bike back home feeling confident about the test, not so much about my cycling skills.

I get into my dorm room and I just want to sleep/shower/call my mom/die. I think it’s hit me that I can’t go home for another TWO WEEKS. And I really want to be home.

Anyway, there is a silver lining I suppose. I’ve been in bed for a couple hours watching Friends on DVD (I know, I still use DVDs. I’m a loser.) and eating chocolate and almonds. Also, my wonderful roommate came in and spent time with me hitting a balloon back and forth. So that was great. Life is looking up.