I am utterly exhausted. I believe that all college professors are out to murder their students through gruesome and tiring assignments, piled up tests, and papers that are nearly impossible to do well on. My Spanish professor thinks that I am struggling in his class because I don’t like literature. However, I have always loved literature of all kinds. It’s his tests that are impossible. Finals are this coming week and I feel the pressure of them looming over my head like a dark cloud that is about to burst and spill the rain. I’m doing the best I can to keep my sanity. I know that God never gives anyone more than he or she can handle. That gives me hope. My boyfriend is being incredibly understanding of my stressed out mood swings. its not often that a girl finds someone like him. If only my mother could see how great he is for me. I am still kind of sad, though. I can’t find my brand new mp3 player that I love so much. It’s been missing for three days and I am getting very sad. I also let my movies go late and now I have to pay to rent them for the whole next week even though it is only going to be a day late. Oh well it could be worse.