What do I want to write about.... Don't know. At last I am not a pauper anymore and I have survived two of three exams, which is good news. I also found a professor to sign my recommendation form and it is quite sunny outside.
Now, on the other hand, tomorrow I have an exam on US history, which, whatever the stereotype, is quite an extensive subject. I have been studying, but not nearly enough, and I still have to write a short paper on a US film. Moreover, I will have to wait at least one month until I know anything about next year. I mean, yes, the Spanish commitees have all selected me, but now the decision rests with the Americans. I do hope they send me to a liberal state. I don't want to be forced to shut up and silence my opinions.
I guess procastinating. US History is really really interesting, but I am afraid to finish the book I am reading and realize that, despite how much I might have enjoyed, I know absolutely nothing for the exam. A miracle will occur, I hope, as it sometimes does. But I do hate waiting for it. I hate waiting in general, the suspense, the doubts, the uncertainties... No patience whatsoever. And I am going to become a professor???