Kimberly and I just spent over 3 hours on the listening for our midterm tomorrow and I can honestly say that every time a song plays, I don't have the faintest idea who is singing or what it is. I don't know the difference between Field Hollars and Prison Songs, or the difference between Malinke Jewliw or Gewel, or where in the world Anlo-Afiadenyigba is. And when every persons name has either John or Thompson or Johnson in it, it gets hard to remember who is who. To be honest, I think my run of good grades finally ends here. I still have hours of studying left to do and I can hardly keep my eyes open.
After 8:30pm tomorrow, I will be one of the happiest people in the world. For real. After that I only need to worry about playing my recital and Ricardo's recital. And all should be smooth sailing. But before than, a minor miracle needs to happen to get me through tomorrow (Music For All, Film Class, History Test, History Test, Trio Rehearsal, Flores del Viento Rehearsal...all with one 40 minute break).