Sometimes I really don’t know what I am doing and why I am doing it. I came to New York to study, learn the language and gain knowledge (suuuree), and did I do that? Of course not, instead of studying I have been shopping, partying and seeing cute guys. What is wrong with me? I guess I never take life seriously. The finals starts on Monday and it will be two weeks with a suicide-exams-marathon. Have I read anything yet? Of course NOT! I am so afraid of failing and that leads me to the question, what if I try to fail? And I succeed, which have you done?