Who thinks in Japanese in the middle of their Portuguese oral exam? Apparently, I do. But then again, I used to think in Spanish while learning Japanese. So this shouldn't be new. However, what a blow to my final grade.
I've been homesick for a place I've never called home. Today, I sighed longingly for a rainy day in Saigon more times than I should have. The sound of rain on tin or plastic roofs amidst the so-called terrible humidity. It's a throwback to simplicity.
I have a paper due in two days that basically makes or breaks my college career. Due to that, I've almost forgotten how to eat and sleep correctly. Christ alive.
shit shit shit.
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