We have no seasons in Madrid. It’s not like i’m expecting the trees to change color in autumn, the flowers to bloom in spring.
In Madrid, we don’t have seasons, we have temperature variations.
It’s true, look at a picture of several people in Madrid. Guess what season it is. Only way is by looking at the clothes. It gets old, and much more quickly when you’re annoyed.
Some stuff happening lately: Classes are getting harder, especially Physics, which is why I’ve decided to go to an Academia! (Won’t explain what that is, lets call it “backup classes”.) It’s the easy way out, sure, but then again I’ve had enough cowboy fun for this year, it’s time to get practical.
Adding to my dispair, apparently I have a blocked salivary gland, which is making eating miserable and may need surgery soon (hopefully not, seeing as it’s hopefully an infection.)
I’d like to say that I’m optimistic as to this year, but my original plan of transferring relies on 2 things:
- Not fucking up too much.
- Having the admissions comittees understand that in my university we follow the following approximate USA -> SPAIN grading method.
A-> Pass
B-> Fail
C-> Fail
D-> Fail
F-> Fail
