Economics.

As I left my Economics 2100 exam, I felt generally overwhelmed and discouraged. Though I hadn't studied really, I felt like I knew the material, at least, I knew the material until I started reading the questions on the exam. How could something as seemingly simple (on paper, at least) as "the market system" become a devious serpant with eight heads all hissing their tongues, telling me something different?

While I walked to class the next week, my eyes filled up with tears, like the sky being filled with moisture, just waiting for the right time to become raindrops. I didn't want to go to class. I didn't want to know my grade. Maybe I could withdraw, I thought to myself. I don't even need this class, I should be taking something like ECON 1000. When I arrived in the auditorium with my hands trembling as I waited in line to see the sheet with the verdict on it, I tried to console myself with thoughts such as "This test doesn't even have to count if I don't want it to, there are three more exams" etc. Finally, I had to look, there was no chance of escaping now. "Singletary" I say, "97- Excellent job," he replies. I looked around and all I could say, was "Oh my God." Not in vain, but literally, asking God how that happened.

I disgust myself sometimes. And, I shouldn't worry so much.

I am going to North Carolina tomorrow for the night. I am really excited about it. I miss my family, and the mountains are amazing. So peaceful.

I planned a French Club dinner this Saturday night. I was expecting about 10 people, including all of the officers. Yesterday, I had to make a reservation for over 20 people. I was pretty impressed with myself and my officers. I think its going to be a really big year for the French Club. I'm thrilled to be the President of a club that is really growing. (We have probably added over 40 people to the mailing list in the past 6 weeks). Beatrice, the Public Relations Specialist, and I have been visiting French classes and giving presentations about the French Club. That has been a lot of fun, but a little nerve-wracking speaking in front of a lot of people. A great experience.

I also applied to work at a Methodist Pre-School. Yep, that's how desperate I am, considering I don't really like kids. But, it shouldn't be too bad, hopefully I will get the job.

I'm pretty bummed about other aspects of life, but I don't really feel like writing about it right now. I try to remind myself that, "Baby, you're going to be alright..."