Confusing Times..

So, I almost had a legit panic attack while at water aerobics this morning.  Now, don't go jumping to conclusions and thinking that it was because the exercising was rough, or there was a spider, or my foot cramped, or I saw a frog in the pool, no.  Although all of the above would have been slightly amusing, none of that happened (Well, the exercising was kind of hard today, and my foot did feel slightly cramp-tastic).  I, for some odd reason, got that gut-wrenching feeling of doom.  That moment when you realize that you had 4 study guides, cuatro (Spanish), quatre(french), FOUR study guides due the next day, and you have not even looked at them.  Not once.  So, I raced home from the rec, took the fastest shower ever, and whipped out my agenda book.  It wasn't in there.  Frantically, I grabbed my laptop and turned it on.  During those 2 minutes it took for my laptop to start up, I thought I was going to have a heart attack.  Seriously, I almost cried.  I quickly opened up my syllabus for the class to find that the study guides are due in 2 weeks.  Not tomorrow, not the day after, but TWO WEEKS from now.  Wow, Kelsey.  Get yourself together.  Of course, this doesn't motivate me at all to actually start the study guides.. I have 2 weeks. They're obviously not on the top of my list. :)

Next, I would like to take a moment to vent about my french class.  I sincerely enjoy learning the language.  I like to find the comparisons to Spanish, but the people in this class are just absolutely the most idiotic people I have ever met.  I realize that's a little harsh, but I'm not exaggerating.  Not even a bit (OK, so maybe a bit, but leave me alone).  For starters,  this one girl, who is extremely loud and has a man voice, sits in the front of the room and insists on yelling about getting drunk before every single class.  Not necessary.  Next, there's the girl who sits 2 seats away from loud-mouth.  She insists on laughing like a donkey every 5 minutes.  Why you may ask? I have no flipping idea.  And then there's today.  Today the entire class had issues trying to pass a paper to the person behind them.  Everyone started shouting about how they didn't have a paper and they didn't know who they were supposed to pass it too because they were at the end of the row.  Seriously? Are you five years old?  I wanted to kick someone.

And I just realized that my venting wasn't really a moment.  It was more like a long, uncomfortable pause.  Thanks for hanging in there. :)