Thursday and a broken brain.

So, I'm fairly certain that I failed my math exam this morning.  I don't think this has ever happened to me before.  Once in a while I might be like, "I don't feel great about this test", which roughly translates to "There's a chance my grade might end up as low as a C on this test."  But this morning was a nightmare.  I literally could not remember how to do almost any of the problems, even the ones I aced on the homework and the ones we did in a review session half an hour before the exam.  I didn't even get to finish the whole test before the period was up and my professor had to leave.  I know for sure the highest grade I could possibly get is an 80%, and I will honestly be shocked if I get anything higher than a 60% at best.  My professor drops our lowest test grade at the end of the course, but I didn't want to use that failsafe so early in the semester.  

This first session of my half-semester yoga class was today, and that actually went pretty well.  I'm looking forward to this course.  It was the most relaxing thing—kind of like soaking, except without as much Jesus-happiness because you're thinking about your breathing and your spine and all of that jazz.  But I think it'll be really good, although it will make my Wednesdays way more homework-intensive now since I won't have time to squeeze in my French homework on Thursday afternoons anymore.

And then there was Intermediate French.  I think my brain literally stopped functioning normally.  People were saying things in English and I wasn't even comprehending them, let alone comprehending the new lesson, the imperative tense en français.  We were doing our normal oral exercises out of the textbook and the professor had to correct really basic grammar errors I was making.  I've almost never had such a hard time thinking straight—certainly not in the middle of class.  My grey matter just ground to a screeching halt.

Then I promptly proceeded, after leaving class, to take an inadvertent hourlong nap, despite having just drunk a whole bottle of caffeinated iced tea.  I also forgot the word "combination" while I was in the middle of talking to my dad, and spit out the words "convolution," "conversation," "confrontation," "condominium," and "confiture" (which isn't even English!  It's the French word for jam!) before I remembered "combination."  I am a limp welter of fatigue and lethargy and MY BRAIN DIDN'T WORK AT ALL TODAY.  Ce n'est pas un bon jour.

Thank.  God.  It's.  Thursday.  and I don't have to go back to school until Monday and I don't have to get any homework done tonight and I can just do some worship/soaking and go to bed.