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post exam smoke Late this afternoon I got through another major milestone at school. I took the mid-term exam for my class. It feels so good to get that event behind me, because its been hanging over my head for the past few days and pretty much ruining any of my free time. The exam itself was pretty much what I had been expecting and I did the best that I could in the time allowed. Basically I write what I know about the material and hope that that is what the professor wants to hear. Sometimes this works for me and sometimes it doesn't. Before I went into class I spied my new buddy Party Girl sitting outside having a prepatory smoke, so I sat down next to her to chat for a few minutes. She hadn't been partying the night before, but she still didn't want to go to class. She too just wanted it to be over. It seems that she didn't do as well as I did on my paper and was busy working with the professor on doing a rewrite of her paper. At least I think that that is what she meant. The only other thing that she could have been talking about would have been the final paper, but that isn't due until the end of the semester. As we were talking J. Crew girl walked by and part of me wanted to say hello, but it just didn't happen. Without actually talking with her I can't tell if her silent demeanor is merely shyness or arrogance on her part. Sadly I never seem to be able to find a chance to start said conversation with her and part of me would really like to know the answer. After the exam was over, I took a few minutes to join Party Girl and another classmate in some post exam discussion. They both took a slightly different approach to the exam than I did, but we were all happy to be done with it. Starting next week we'll be moving on to Virginia Woolf. ... Tomorrow night I'll be attending a performance of Engaged, a romantic comedy written by W. S. Gilbert and I have no idea what to expect. Part of me is hoping that there aren't any songs. I usually slap my hands over my ears whenever people burst into song for no real logical reason. Musicals are not a pleasant experience. I may appreciate live theater, but I do not like musicals. ... Ann and I talked a little about her day before she left and all that I can say is that I hope that things start going better for her. I'm not saying that I feel sorry for her. Nor am I trying to solve her problems for her. I simply don't like seeing her hurt all of the time.
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