Yesterday was the last day I'll ever have to be in a French or Psychology class. Ever. Can you believe it?
The French final was a little difficult. I essentially spent the two days prior learning passe compose, future proche, passe recent, adjective agreement, etc. etc. I don't know how much of it stuck. But I've done great work on essays and journals and diaries of the sort, so I expect to pass.
Psychology was easier. It was 50 multiple choice, with an essay that we could think about the night before. I never expect my grades in that class to surpass Global Studies, but I expect to do more than passing.
Oh, and I got a 96 on the final exam in Global Studies. That's a solid A, but now it's tearing at me wondering what I got wrong. I've done the math, I got exactly one question wrong. It's the little things that make you go crazy.
After lunch, I got a haircut, because I wanted to look clean and fresh for the ball. I met Anri, who is a hairdresser. I believe they told me she was from Zimbabwe or South Africa, she has an accent reminiscent of one of a British colony. Apparently my hair was crazy dry, so she put some moisturizing shampoo and conditioner. I had her trim my sides and the back. She then styled my hair in a short faux-hawk. I've actually come to like it, it makes me feel like some hip pretty-boy European soccer player or something. Brianna liked it because her boyfriend back home wears his hair the same way...
In the afternoon, the group watched Saw. I understand why Barbara likes it so much. I saw it less as a horror film so much as something like a suspense thriller kind of thing. Rather than focus on a dude cutting off his own leg, I focused on analyzing the storytelling, trying to figure out how the direction is leading the audience, only to hit them hard with unseen truths about the situation later. All the while the story just reveals layers upon layers of character development that keeps you enthralled. I loved the movie so much, I stood up and clapped at the close. I gotta try to get the next five or so movies...
In the evening, we had a lot to see after dinner. We had a joke pre-port (for those tuning in at home that don't know what I'm talking about, a pre-port is a seminar on immigration and sightseeing prior to jumping off the ship) about Boston, and they warned us not to talk about the Yankees, and to not eat anything, and to not wear orange in South Boston on St. Patrick's Day. We got a kick out of the mockery of the deans.
The crew put on their own talent show. Edward, a server that has always been very friendly to me, sang two ballads before dancing with his girlfriend to Enrique Iglesias. Que lindo. Magandang maganda. Vic, another server, also sang more ballads. I should only expect such things from my Filipino kuyas, way to outshine my serenades. The hair dressers and manicurists did a skit about a really bad airplane- it was funny. A crew band played "Black Magic Woman." And the housekeeping crew, while waving flags of different countries, sang "We Are The World," as the whole
Afterward, the LLCs did this gender bender thing, which was an informational session about LGBT stuff intertwined with movies confronting our perspective on gay people and performancs to make light of cross-dressing. I have to say, the performances themselves were often abysmal, but they were comical in that sense. But I did come out of there with a bit more understanding of the terminology. Even though as an Art Scholar, I have LGBT friends who I love and enjoy being around, I never had my (lack of) understanding confronted, especially when it came to the clear definitions of transexual and transgender.
Today is the alumni ball. I asked Hang to be my date, per se- she said yes. I know we're both very excited about this. We'll all get dressed up and there'll be dinner, dancing, picture-taking, (I expect lots and lots of picture-taking) and champaigne, so everyone will have fun.
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