The Japanese exam I studied my ass off for was surprisingly easy, I thought. There was one word I was supposed to write a sentence with that I didn't know, and so when I handed it in, I just asked her what lesson it was in, because I totally didn't remember ever having seen the word before. She looked, and looked, and looked, and she couldn't find it in any of the lessons we'd done. So, that one doesn't count. Score for me!
Japanese lit. I took yesterday, and I'd worked so hard on the fucking paper for that class I didn't care about the exam, which I finished an hour earlier than the professor said it would take. Done was more important than perfect for me.
Now, all I have left to tackle is the big-ass paper for my seminar on Hiroshima and Nagasaki. After a short relax break, I'm gonna go and do my best to kick the shit out of it! Wish me luck, I'm gonna need it.