But yeah, so Tuesday I had a Russian oral final on Moscow Does Not Believe In Tears (Москва слезам не верит) which went... rather poorly, actually. I was prepared for the question I received, but I stumbled over how to phrase my answers and I forgot some really, ridiculously easy vocabulary. Like, искать. Ugh. I've known that word since my first semester of Russian.
Yesterday I had my Public Speaking final. The professor told us the exact questions and how to answer them about five times over the last few weeks, so I was, needless to say, undaunted. Plus, my grade in the class is a high A, so I totally don't have to worry.
When I got home from class yesterday afternoon (trudging through snow and ice, of course), neither the heat nor the stove were working. I was rather concerned, considering how I've been having trouble with the gas company - long story, but in the end I'm right and they owe money - but I soon discovered that the gas was out in a good portion of Kirksville. Apparently a six inch high-pressure gas line was cut just south of town. It was cold as fuck. I slept with four blankets until the gas company came pounding on my door at 1am to relight the pilot light. At least I have heat now.
Three classes left this week! And only two finals next week! So close to break...