I passed my english exam.
I’ve literally just found out! I ran to my mom sobbing and mumbling: “I passed the exam! I got a 28/30!”
After that, I stood there for 10 minutes sheding litres and litres of tears. My mom and I talked some more, about my uni life and the choices I have to make in the next months.
Aside from that, I texted my friend to meet me saturday for our traditional celebratory smoothie and I am trying to be more positive. Tomorrow I’m supposed to go to a class and it’s killing me. I have to attend this one, because it’s about poetry in the 16th Century. SO BORING. I’m not really interested in that. I was hoping in more victorian books.
Today I’m going to pay my fee and go for a driving lesson. Despite my numbness regarding everything, I am tying to survive.