Yesterday night after I finished the persuasion final was sweet release. I felt such a weight lifted from me, a weight I didn't even realize was there...but joy was short lived when I couldn't buy a phone card to call home and sister. But the world's not coming to an end. I'm not going to Venice anymore, but who know, I might go back, and I'm already spoilt with Milan, Rome and Florence. My good spirits were fruther crushed when I got back...Zomer's not too pleased that the theology class is not handing in journal entries...I think we took his 'whenever' a bit too laxily and took his good will for granted. I do feel bad for neglecting his class so much. Paul was sure to rub it in. But I was way too tired to journal intelligently last night, I tired, but three days of constant studying and doing serious stuff was a lot for me. I needed a break, a feel-good, and I gt one just getting over the final and feeling happy inside while talking to Kelly and Kim. Man, I'm going to miss these times.