My weekend was good. Mary came--and is still here. She's leaving at 5, and once it happens I'm terribly screwed.

A part of me feels like crawling into my bed and never getting out. This week is going to be awful. I have two papers, a composition, and a mid-term.

Also, I'm dropping my Spanish major. The class is just painful. I cried in class today. I know that this might be because of the professor, but I don't care. It makes me feel like an idiot, and I can't subject myself to that anymore.

So, now I'm just a History major...plain and simple.