Twenty-Four Pages and Snow

And this would be how I manage to remember all of my tasks for the week. Ripping each Post-It off of my desk and throwing it away gives me a huge amount of satisfaction, and I prefer to clicking the little checkmarks on Remember the Milk.
There's no color coding system, I simply ran out of green Post-Its (which stinks, because the pretty pink ones keep falling down).

This packet, the bane of my existence, has just recently been completed. As you can see, it's rather large. Twenty-four pages, to be exact (excluding the cover page). This was the infamous Chinese Final. I finished thirteen pages in the one hour and fifty (or maybe twenty) minutes that the exam lasted. It took me no less than four hours to finish the last eleven! And the funny part is that the last few pages were translations like, "I am American," while the ones on the first page were translations like, "Teacher Li likes noodles but only on Wednesdays when he's riding his bike and he's a very strict teacher and there are three people in his family but he doesn't have any sons." :P

Fortunately, the pretty snow diverted me most of the four hours (although not having studied Chinese for six weeks definitely didn't help matters any). Unfortunately, the flakes are small and wet, so they're not laying. Seriously. I want blizzard conditions or nothing at all.
Speaking of laying, today I learned another term: sticking. Some of my friends have never heard of snow "laying" on the ground. It "sticks." And, according to Kat, it "adheres" . . . but that's Kat.