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I really hate finals.
Or, final, I should say, as I only have the one. It's happening in however many hours it is from now (5:26 AM) until 2 PM. I don't think I could do that math on a normal day, but now, when I haven't been to sleep at all, even 2 + 2 might be tricky.
And I still have so much reading to do before the final. Cause I didn't do my reading all semester, and yesterday, when I meant to do it all, I didn't cause... I just didn't. So, now, I'm reading. I've finished all the required reading from the textbooks, and I've read about thirty-forty pages of Ovid's poetry (and, btw, the man so doesn't get women, cause, yeah, I don't think there are too many who *like* to be raped, or are disappointed if they get away from the man who is trying to force them).
I still have to read a good bit of Tacitus' history book of some sort, the title of which I'm not sure of, and four books of the Aenied, and I have to go over my notes to remember all the people and dates and crap. And, as if it wasn't hard enough, they all have the same name. So I have to remember things like Agrippina had a son named Nero, and a daughter named Agrippina, who also had a son named Nero. Crazy people. Stupid Romans.
Also, I have to go over lots of pictures of sculptures and paintings and stuff like that, so I can identify them on the exam. And hopefully be able to tell Fulvia from Octavia from Cleopatra from Livia. Cause, really, they all look pretty much the same to me.
And why, you might ask, am I typing this when I have all this work to do in the next several hours? Cause there is nothing I love so much as to procrastinate.
Which is how I got in this situation in the first place.
Or, final, I should say, as I only have the one. It's happening in however many hours it is from now (5:26 AM) until 2 PM. I don't think I could do that math on a normal day, but now, when I haven't been to sleep at all, even 2 + 2 might be tricky.
And I still have so much reading to do before the final. Cause I didn't do my reading all semester, and yesterday, when I meant to do it all, I didn't cause... I just didn't. So, now, I'm reading. I've finished all the required reading from the textbooks, and I've read about thirty-forty pages of Ovid's poetry (and, btw, the man so doesn't get women, cause, yeah, I don't think there are too many who *like* to be raped, or are disappointed if they get away from the man who is trying to force them).
I still have to read a good bit of Tacitus' history book of some sort, the title of which I'm not sure of, and four books of the Aenied, and I have to go over my notes to remember all the people and dates and crap. And, as if it wasn't hard enough, they all have the same name. So I have to remember things like Agrippina had a son named Nero, and a daughter named Agrippina, who also had a son named Nero. Crazy people. Stupid Romans.
Also, I have to go over lots of pictures of sculptures and paintings and stuff like that, so I can identify them on the exam. And hopefully be able to tell Fulvia from Octavia from Cleopatra from Livia. Cause, really, they all look pretty much the same to me.
And why, you might ask, am I typing this when I have all this work to do in the next several hours? Cause there is nothing I love so much as to procrastinate.
Which is how I got in this situation in the first place.