Last week of school

This past week was extremely stressful and busy. Over the weekend Clint, Ciara, and I traveled down to Venice, Florida, to visit Clint's home and attend two nights of parties (family parties, which was an extremely welcome break and I loved it immensely). It was quite relaxing and I am very grateful for everyone who went to the party, especially Clint's mother who prepared tons of delicious food and allowed me to sleep overnight!

I brought my books over the weekend, seeing as I had a TON of work to do (30ish pages of essays and 4 final exams to study for), but I had no time to do any of it. So, when I arrived back on campus Sunday night, I pulled an all-nighter into Monday morning, where I took my first exam in under ten minutes because I brought my laptop to answer the questions and I type a lot faster than I write freehand. Everyone else in the class wrote freehand, and I wasn't surprised when even though I showed up 15 minutes late, I finished before everyone. I then went back to my room and fell to sleep until 12 midnight. I woke up, messed around and watched a few movies, then wrote a 7 page research paper for my philosophy class. I also thought I had two exams that day (it was Tuesday by then), so I began studying. Alas, since my organization skills suck, I went to both classrooms at the time I thought I had the exam, and it was empty! The exams were the following day. But the day was not wasted, as Clint and I drove around looking for a rental for next semester and found the most AMAZING place. A HUGE place with tons of rooms and even a bar! It was so big and for such a great price, that I phoned my friend from New Jersey, and, since he had dropped out of school a few months back, asked him if he wanted to move down to Tampa, which he said yes to. Hopefully he follows through, because we'd have such a great time.
So the following day, I woke up, took my first exam, then had two hours to write 20 pages. Thankfully, I just had to write stories, which is pretty easy for me, and I whipped them out in no time. Unfortunately, I completely forgot about the exam that I was supposed to have gone to, and missed it. For shame. I sent my professor an e-mail, begging him to let me make it up (possibly in the form of a 20-50 page essay I said). Hopefully he agrees to the proposition, but I doubt he will. After sending the e-mail, I went to the class where I handed the multiple stories in, and we sat around talking for another hour and a half, the conversation having nothing to do with the class. He said any of us could leave at any time, but since the class (and especially the teacher) was so much fun to talk with, no one left until the few hours had passed. Good thing I'm taking the second (that class was Fiction I, and I'm taking Fiction II next semester) part of the class next semester with the same teacher and some of the same students.
After I got out of class, I drove around, then bought my friend a cake because it was her birthday. I brought the cake back and we celebrated - yay. Then I went back to my room and Clint and I began our packing. It took us about 7 hours to do because our room was a pigsty beyond belief, but we finally finished. I'm writing this about an hour after we finished, and Clint and I are in the commuter lounge, since there is nothing in our room anymore. Clint is sleeping.