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Finals suck – just when you think they are over, shit happens and there are more. I had two finals and a sculpture critique yesterday. However, before my sculpture was critiqued I went to check on it, only to find it laying in shattered pieces on the ground where I had set it up. As usual my reaction was “why does this shit always happen to me?” rather than breaking out into tears like any normal female during finals week. The last term in which I took studio classes I simply had my portfolio with all my prints stolen the week before finals and had to do 20 new editions in between studying. My sculpture teacher made a comment about karma (he seems to have a thing about this lately since he has had to deal with a lot of shit too, things like the people at his building shutting of his kiln and ruining hundreds of dollars of glass, and other stupid people shutting off the ventilation in the buildings at PCC over thanksgiving weekend, thus causing firings to fill the building with smoke so that he got called up by the dean, stuff like that) At any rate, now I have to try to resurrect it for the rest of our critique tomorrow night, thus extending my finals schedule... At least it gave me something to talk about in my German oral today and I probably got sympathy points and possibly a better excuse for my horrible grammar in German. I think I am going to dye my hair red. Must go study for Ancient Art History now.