If it were this time tomorrow...: The only thing standing between myself and spring break is a Spanish midterm at 2:30 tomorrow afternoon. It shouldn't be too bad--the professor actually showed up to our tutoring/last-ditch-studying thing, so the three of us who came know exactly what's on the test--but if I didn't have it, I could've left at 9:30 instead of 5:30. I'm sure even non-math people can see the distinct advantage.

At least I'll get to enjoy game day in acting. For a moment, we almost talked Becky into letting us bring in Dance Dance Revolution, which would've been great.