I'm alive.

I'm alive after having passed four exams in a row. Okay, something was a bit of pure luck, like the Italian one, I thought it was going to be ok, after all, my Italina is ok... but I forgot to consider that i speak it, i don't have any practice on grammar or things and some of the verb tenses I saw in the test for the first time. I was just two points above being kicked out. And I felt so ashamed. I promised the professor to read at least one Italian fiction book during summer.
Otherwise I managed somehow as well. Too well, which means that if the world has to keep stable, I'm gonna be failing next week.