I really should be reading for politics, but I don't want to. Politics frustrates me. I understand everything the professor says, it all makes such perfect sense, but I can't make it make sense for the tests. I know what's going on, I just don't know how she wants me to explain it. I am, however, doing progressively better on the tests, so maybe I'll get an A in the class. Or maybe I'll never do what she wants and get a B in the class. It doesn't much matter to me. I found out that my Spanish professor is from Louisiana. That's kind of funny. Not only because we were born in the same city in Louisiana, but that she's the head of the modern languages department at a selective university. I also found out that she left Louisiana at an early age. That explains it all. I have a problem--I bite my fingernails. I can't remember a time when I didn't bite my nails, but I've decided to stop. I mean, I'm nearly 19, I should have enough self-control to stop biting my own fingernails. So, I tried, and I failed miserably. I had tried putting Tabasco on my nails to make me stop biting them a long time ago, but I'm immune to Tabasco. I'm a Cajun, and that stuff is like my blood. I've tried painting them, but I couldn't paint my nails decently and bit them anyway. I finally found a color that I like, that I can stand, and I learned how to paint my nails. So, every week, I paint my nails red so as not to bite them. It's working so far. I mean, I still bite them, but not as often as before. I look at the polish on them and I think to myself, "If I bite my nail, that will be gone." And I don't bite them. This, thankfully, is a small victory over myself, and it's been a long time coming.