An Eternal Struggle: Math

  I have one word for the last two weeks: HECTIC! University finally started (all my friends are secretly gloating at misery, after months of me doing absolutely nothing as they gave their Boards), and things have been...interesting. 

  Somehow, I have Math...AGAIN! When I say somehow, I mean that my stupid, stupid ass ended up taking it voluntarily in the very first semester, instead of procrastinating. Why would I do that, you ask. I'll tell you why; my seriously retarded brain seemed to think that I could handle it. Remember that ski fall I suffered in Brand a month ago - the falling on my face, rolling over with my skis on and almost dislocating my shoulder? Yeah, I wouldn't mind a few more falls like that if only I could get rid of Math. For all you lucky bastards that don't feel this way, let me just say - mazel tov. To say I'm struggling would be the understatement of the year. Most of you might be thinking, 'why is she whining about Math over here?'. The truth is I have been whining about it to every single person I know. 

  You know what? Fuck Math. Well, at least for now. Now that I'm done sharing my grievances, let me get to the good parts. My A2 French course started. For the first two classes I felt like a deer caught in headlights. Soon after that class, things started looking better. Thank God. 

  Plus, I finally bought a ticket to go to, *dramatic drumroll, please*, Budapest! I have wanted to visit Budapest for the past one year, and I am finally going to go. I have not travelled in a hot minute now, and I  can't wait to feel that rush, which I equate with seeing a new place. 

  I know this post isn't very long, but I will be writing more frequently from now on. 

  Until next time!