Calma, Calma

I had my sculpture critique today. Good riddens! Ciao Roberto!
Apparently, I am too concerned about my grades. Last time I checked being concerned about your grades is a good thing, but what do I know? Apparently, I shouldn't give a damn.

Since I was little, my teachers always told me I'm very anxious. Duh! Have you not had me all semester as a student? I want an A. Period. "Calma, calma," Roberto told me. As I giggled to myself recalling how another Italiano told my dad, calmo calmo... nervi nervi... only a couple years ago, I realized that I really am daddy's little girl. lol ;)

One more final, and I'll be done. Thank goodness. These classes were far more intense than I had planned for my time abroad.

Ryan printed me the Moulin Rouge night-time black and white photo he promised me from when we were in Paris! He's a sick photographer. One day, he'll be famous, and I'll have one of his earlier works!

I came home and napped... for like 3 hours... hopefully this is aiding in my recovery. Then, Daniella and I did dinner, and I shat around online as per usual form.

Only 4 more days to go. This week seems to be dragging on forEVER. I'm must be very "anxious" to get home... calma, calma... lol