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My mom did a little academic survey for me and discovered that after this semester, I'm only 2 courses short of having all of my anthro credits for an anthro major, and all but one art course for a studio art minor. I also need one more social science, one more humanities, a math course, and a science course (computer science, baby!). The monkey on my back is language: I need 12 language credits, of which I have none.

Still. Still... I may graduate within this lifetime.

Oh, lord, a language, a language. Oh lordy lordy lordy. I hate languages. I'm terrible at languages. And it will take four semesters for me to get them all, unless I do something called Language Intensive, which sounds horrifyingly difficult. And what language would I take? Most people go by their high school history. That doesn't help me at all. I don't have a goddamn high school history. It was:

Third grade - fifth grade: Spanish. Ancient history. I can't remember a single thing I learned when I was eight. Oh: la cucaracha, la cucaracha... something something something something...

Sixth grade - eighth grade: French. Don't remember hardly a thing, and I'm terrified of pronouncing it in public.

Ninth - half of tenth grade: Latin. First year was easy, second year was hard. Easy to pronounce but useless in life. And the idea of intensive Latin makes my brain shrivel.

Shit shit shit shit shit.

Maybe I should take Japanese. My sister could do all my homework for me, and apparently the one teacher our school employs is a very sweet old lady.

Oh, kill me.

Why are you in Tavie's head? 9:18 PM | shower me with attention