Five Things

{Arts and crafts for my wall}

This has been one long week. I’d like to preface this next sentence with the fact that I am by no means whatsoever saying that I go to a harder college than anyone else or have a harder major than others.  That being said, being on a quarter system* at Drexel and taking science classes is draining. It’s the end of week six, meaning there’s only four more weeks of classes and then finals! I feel like I just started classes! And not to mention my one teacher is cray-cray and asks super vague questions on tests just assuming that you will be able to read her mind and write the three super specific things she wants.  What if you write the answer in a different way than she wrote it on her slides, but still expressing the same meaning you ask? Nope. Wrong. You get points off.  Obviously, I am annoyed and shouldn’t be ranting on here and I am going to go talk to my teacher. Besides that I’m doing extremely well in my other classes and couldn’t be happier (unless of course I was getting more sleep).   I am just so excited for this weekend and having no obligations after this long week.  So what if I spelled gastrocnemius wrong on my lab practical, here are five things that made me super happy this week and are continuing to do so.

{A slightly creepy cat tattoo that came in a silly valentine from my cat obsessed friend}

{Conversation hearts}

{Pretty flowers}

{A decadent cake that I made to redeem myself. Details to come}

*Drexel is on a quarter system, not trimesters. Let me repeat, not trimesters. So many times I have had the following conversation:

Random person: “Where do you go to school?”

Me: “Drexel.”

RP: “Ohh you guys have that weird schedule, you’re on trimesters.”

Me: “Actually, it’s a quarter system.  It follows the seasons really.”

RP: “No, it’s trimesters, you have class for three terms.”

In my head: Oh really? Because I’m the one who attends the school, but yes of course you know better than I do what system the school is run on. And actually it’s only freshmen and seniors who have class for three terms.  Everyone else goes for two terms and then works for two terms. What did I just say, two terms and two terms, so that’s two plus two.  And 2 + 2 = 4. Therefore, QUARTERS. Seesh.

Me: “No, it’s really quarters. I go there, I promise you it’s quarters.”

And then I walk away before I freak out.