Okay, so I went to University to get my grades. I didn't go outside for what felt like ages -.- I even felt sick because I stayed up too late... But hey, I successfully kept myself from vomiting in my own bed, yay.

I was hoping I hadn't failed the Advanced English Practice class, since lots of people said that quite some would probably not make it x__x

Results:

AEP:

writtenn assignments: 1,0 (50% of final grade)
final test : 3,0 (same again...)

so that means I passed with 2,0. (Which is okay, I guess.)

Then I had to go for Introduction to American Studies. I really hated that class. It was boring like hell and I always had to go to work after class -__-
And I was *really* surprised when I looked at my grades o_O

Results:

Introduction to American Studies:

Report on theory of Drama: 2+
Final Exam : 2

So I passed with a friggn 2+ x____X"

I'm still waiting for some results and it's taking like foreeever for them to be corrected. I'm pretty sure I have passed but still I want to know about the grade.

However, I wasn't really able to run around dancing and celebrating my grades, because I don't feel like it. I rather sit at home and return to being gloomy all day.
I somehow get the feeling that (to me at least) University gets more and more meaningless. I go there, I'm preparing stupid reports on lame topics. I study stupid shit other people found out years ago just to write it down on my final exam paper again. But what for? Dammit.
I do it in order to pass, yeah wonderful reason. And then I'll continue passing until the very last exams and then I'll be a great philosophic and academic unemployed person.

And for that shit I pay like 580 € a semester. Call me stupid -__-
I definately need to work more. It makes me leave home. Makes me move. But at the same time it won't keep me from thinking. And missing what I lack.

If you feel better then me you should enjoy that feeling while you can, because I can ensure you that sucky times are always just around the corner.