HARD.

They tell us October is the worst. We know it's going to be horrible. Seriously though, if I can live through this month, I think it's going to be a miracle. Between school, roommate issues, friends, French, France, and baguettes, I just don't know. I have good moments, like Monday in class when I realized I was taking notes and understanding the professor at the same time. Or this morning when I was reading my novel for aforementioned class and really understood the nuances of the chapter I read. But then other times I can't even figure out the phone book and I get so discouraged. It makes it even harder knowing that I did this to myself, I chose to put myself through the hell that is the month of October. It's been seven weeks, it's impossible to do all the things I'm required to do in only seven weeks!

Needless to say, it's been a bad day.