I did not fail my Statistics; in fact I managed to squeeze out a B-. Goes to show that the whole cohort really screwed up the finals - the final exam was 50% of the total grade, and the 2 tests (Which both I failed) were of 20% each. Miracles happen I s'ppose. And so do catastrophes. I did so fucking badly for another module. I just hope and pray that I don't have to retake that nauseating shit.

Japanese Studies, eurgh. I have never liked anything to do with Japan, be it the clothes, food, music, country, language, movies and the list goes on. After taking that bloody cussed module, I abhor any Jap-related-things even further. Taking that module to satisfy a cussed faculty requirement and having an anal-retentive tutor from Hokkaido with a fork stuffed up her arse certainly did not help things. What a bitch, she was. Did I mention that I really do not want to retake this module?!

So now that even though my CAP has really hit the rock-bottoms, good news is, I do not need to change my major! However ... I have a Stats II to look forward to next semester *Dry laugh* Now what I have to do is, conjure up another miracle to pull my pathetique CAP score up. Impossible and unachievable as it may sound ... I mean, that's what miracles do, don't they.

Presntly, with one load lifted off my shoulders ... another one sits stubbornly upon them, awaiting Friday. It'll be Crunch-Time, folks! I ought to have made my decision by now already, and some times I would think I have, but the next moment I wouldn't be too sure ... Indecisive Libran at work, I say. So ... Friday either makes it, or breaks it.

-->Nelly ft. Kelly Rowland - Dilemma<--

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