I've got your thesis right here...

One day back from spring break, and I feel like I need another vacation. At least a weekend. A month to go till finals, and I'm almost looking forward to it. At least then it'll be over.

I'm not sure how well I did on the Bio test yesterday; probably not very well at all, but I don't want to talk about it.

I got my history paper back yesterday, and my teacher is more anal than I'd thought possible. All the work I did, all the hours of stress and tearing my hair out and driving the people around me crazy, and it only went from a C+ on the draft to a B- on the final. A B-! And the paper's marked all over with red; he's crossed out words and whole sentances, and still wants to know what my thesis is, and what Trotsky's ultimate goal was.

Grr. If it weren't for all the red marks, I'd wonder if he even read the damned paper. Asshole.