Advice is what we ask for when we already know the answer but wish we didn't.

I just finished my Spanish final.
And for some odd reason I am feeling awfully feministic (is that a word?).

Maybe I'm apathetic, or just confident in myself that I'll do well- but I didn't stress out for finals this year. I'm attentive in class, I take notes, study, I ask for help when I don't understand, and as a result I have a substantial gpa. I studied for finals for about an hour and a half. Some of my friends didn't go to bed until 1:00a.m. I came home yesterday- watched the marathon of Law & Order SVU, took a nap, babysat, studied, read the bible, and went to bed.

Perhaps it's not just me. The girl on my right is sending a long massive e-mail to her friend. And the girl on my left is playing tetris.