Almost Done, Thank the Lord!

I just finished my Created and Called final. I also had my Psychological Science and Technology final today too. So, out of my five classes, I'm now finished with three of my finals, having taken my Self Defense final on Monday. I know I passed the Self Defence final, and I know I got an A on my Psych final as well. I'm not so sure about my Created and Called final though. I even sold half of my books back this morning getting enough cash from them to fill up my gas tank for the return home. Tomorrow I've got my Statistics final, which is not only multiple choice, but it's also open book. Thus, I'm not at all worried about it. Also, I get paid tomorrow, making it an excellent day for me. I'll finally be able to get that shirt I want. Actually I think I might get some new work out clothes instead, I need to look cute when I go to the rec to work out. This weekend I need to finish up my packing, and by bedtime on Sunday I hope to have my little Jetta completely packed except for my bedding, a change of clothes, and my computer. As soon as my Spanish final is over, I'm throwing the rest of the stuff in my car, returning my room key, and heading home. Yay! I think I'll even make my first trip to the rec Monday night already. Tuesday I've got off, and I might even go buy my paint for my bedroom a while, and then on Wednesday, I'm back at Weavers working 7-3:30 on a daily basis. Saturday, I need to come back to this lovely school for my sister's graduation, which is something I'm really not looking forward to. Then that night, after returning home, I'm off to finally see Hot Fuzz with Jennings. *sigh* This week can't go by fast enough!

On a sad note, tonight is the last Power House I'm attending this year. I do really enjoy those. It's one of the few things about this school that I'm looking forward to returning to. I haven't gone too many times, but the few times that I have gone with Theresa and Carla were very enjoyable and uplifting. As for certain issues, that you all are aware of by now, things have gotten better. There's actual verbal communication going on, which shocks me quite a bit. Either way, I'm down to four days. I am strong, and I can put up with anything for that short period of time. Though the midnight scream might get the best of me. There's nothing worse than being in bed and sleeping soundly only to be woken up by a chorus of screams that lasts for like, 15 minutes. It's kind of nuts. Also, the girl next door to me and Tiff needs to learn what "quiet hours" means. When quiet hours begin at eight, it means that talking/laughing/and playing music REALLY loud at 11pm is really not cool. Either way though, knowing how the next week and a half look for me, I can't stop smiling.