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themegaloo) wrote2007-12-04 03:44 pm
themegaloo) wrote2007-12-04 03:44 pm
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askfjashf again
So yesterday was quite literally the Day From Hell.
First off, I only got MAYBE 3 hours of sleep. Which is still more than Carie did because she was still up when I left. I left at 7 am to go take my german final and hauled my Life in a Bag with me [aka, the laptop] because I hadn't FINISHED MY PAPER STILL. Which is what happens when you change topics like, three times. *SIGH*
So I took the german final and it wasn't too bad and then hauled my sorry carcass to the library where I grabbed what I've dubbed as My Chair and sat down o get to work. I was barely functioning in English at all, but I persevered and by 11:30 had something somewhat presentable. As such, I allowed myself to get up, leave and finally make a run to the Little Girl's Room. You have no idea how awesome of an incentive that is to finish something. Because if I wanted to BREAK to do it, I'd have had to haul my Life in a Bag with me and PROBABLY would have lost My Chair [it's in a corner right next to a plug so I'm out of the way, can stash my bags by the Card Catalogue and PLUG IN all at once].
So then I went to the IT building because I needed Blue Books and to print because I think every single library computer was occupied. Did that. Also bought a Red Bull and a rice crispy treat because I was starving and falling asleep. And then I went to my second final.
I have never taken a more excruciatingly painful final in my LIFE. It was for Pre-Norman lit. It was nine pages of short answer, discussion and translation and a giant essay that had to utilize at least five of the works we covered this term. FIVE. I'm used to TWO. maybe THREE. But a coherent thesis and FIVE WORKS plus having a PAPER DUE and all that OTHER STUFF? Oh my god he was the devil incarnate for that.
The only upshot is that he gave us t-shirts. The NEORXNAWANG shirts exist. Woot woot.
Came home. Drank a beer. Ate pizza. Collapsed. Am still slightly braindead and have to go say intelligent things about modern poetry innnnn an hour and a half.
Man, finals.
OH AND ON TOP OF IT ALL. When I walked out the door yesterday morning at 7 am it was 70 degrees.
When I woke back up and went outside last night, it was 40 degrees.
WTF GEORGIA.
First off, I only got MAYBE 3 hours of sleep. Which is still more than Carie did because she was still up when I left. I left at 7 am to go take my german final and hauled my Life in a Bag with me [aka, the laptop] because I hadn't FINISHED MY PAPER STILL. Which is what happens when you change topics like, three times. *SIGH*
So I took the german final and it wasn't too bad and then hauled my sorry carcass to the library where I grabbed what I've dubbed as My Chair and sat down o get to work. I was barely functioning in English at all, but I persevered and by 11:30 had something somewhat presentable. As such, I allowed myself to get up, leave and finally make a run to the Little Girl's Room. You have no idea how awesome of an incentive that is to finish something. Because if I wanted to BREAK to do it, I'd have had to haul my Life in a Bag with me and PROBABLY would have lost My Chair [it's in a corner right next to a plug so I'm out of the way, can stash my bags by the Card Catalogue and PLUG IN all at once].
So then I went to the IT building because I needed Blue Books and to print because I think every single library computer was occupied. Did that. Also bought a Red Bull and a rice crispy treat because I was starving and falling asleep. And then I went to my second final.
I have never taken a more excruciatingly painful final in my LIFE. It was for Pre-Norman lit. It was nine pages of short answer, discussion and translation and a giant essay that had to utilize at least five of the works we covered this term. FIVE. I'm used to TWO. maybe THREE. But a coherent thesis and FIVE WORKS plus having a PAPER DUE and all that OTHER STUFF? Oh my god he was the devil incarnate for that.
The only upshot is that he gave us t-shirts. The NEORXNAWANG shirts exist. Woot woot.
Came home. Drank a beer. Ate pizza. Collapsed. Am still slightly braindead and have to go say intelligent things about modern poetry innnnn an hour and a half.
Man, finals.
OH AND ON TOP OF IT ALL. When I walked out the door yesterday morning at 7 am it was 70 degrees.
When I woke back up and went outside last night, it was 40 degrees.
WTF GEORGIA.