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I am completely baffled. My Spanish professor just emailed me to give me my class and lab average, and apparently I missed the labs for chapter nine. I've never missed a lab in there. She always says, "Oh, bee tee dubs, you've got a lab due at midnight on such-and-such." I then go and do said labs, usually with some grumbling and swearing, because doing online assignments is ridiculously hard for me. When it comes to doing work ON the webbernets, my attention span is decidedly lacking, plus there's always like a minus three margin for error. So, baffled, I went and checked, and sure enough, I'd missed the chapter nine lab. I don't know how I managed that. I mean, I never miss a lab in Spanish.
So, because of that, I'll likely have a C in Spanish. Certainly a C in the lab. And a C in chemistry unless the gods are feeling especially generous--I did make a 51.5/53 on that final report, which is pretty badass, and we made As on both of the oral reports. I'm hoping for an A in micro, because, well, it'd be embarrassing to have anything less, but either way, no dean's list this semester. And I don't caaare.
Depression sucks, man.
Speaking of grades, finals start this week. My Spanish final (the one I am most dreading, because that sonofabitch is CUMULATIVE) kicks things off on Thursday at fuck-o'clock in the morning. Then my microbiology exam is on Friday morning, and my chemistry exam is on Monday. I need to ace all of these finals. Microbiology for the satisfaction...Spanish and chemistry so I can GTFO.
And then next semester.
Have I discussed the MADNESS that is my schedule next semester?
I'm taking 18 hours, which is a first for me. Botany, Anatomy & Physiology II, Gen Chem II, whatever math class comes after Algebra, whatever-music-class-translates-to-CHOIR, aaand...canoeing. As my gym class. It's for one weekend sometime in March.
That's insane enough.
But my actual weekly schedule?
AHAHAHAHAHAHA*sob*
I will have class from 9AM until 5PM, with ten minutes between each class, Mondays and Wednesdays. Fridays's a bit kinder--I'll be done at 1:50, so I'll have time to eat lunch. Sort of. Tuesday and Thursday I have just the math class at 9, and on Tuesday I'll also have chemistry lab. Thursday, though...the day will be largely free. When she put together my schedule, Tracey came and sat next to me in lab and said, "you'll hate me next semester."
But I think I'll be happy with it. I prefer semesters where I'm quite busy. Less time for me to get into trouble. I can't fool myself into thinking I have more time than I do. If I go too long without having something due, or something to work on, I get mopey and floppy and depressed. Then I get scattered.
Anyway.
I have a phone interview today for a camp in Virginia. It's a Girl Scout camp. The director is interested in me for the Arts and Crafts Manager position. Finally, a supervisor position! The photos of the camp look beautiful; there's a river that runs through it, and the arts and crafts building is a big stone lodge that is called, appropriately, "Stone Lodge." The director herself is very friendly; I feel as though she is quite interested in me, based on her enthusiasm and excitement when I went ahead and submitted the application the day after she emailed me. Of course, thisamricanlife just said that a camp in her area is looking for both a nature specialist AND a camp director. Either of which would be totally, totally sick and awesome.
So.
So, because of that, I'll likely have a C in Spanish. Certainly a C in the lab. And a C in chemistry unless the gods are feeling especially generous--I did make a 51.5/53 on that final report, which is pretty badass, and we made As on both of the oral reports. I'm hoping for an A in micro, because, well, it'd be embarrassing to have anything less, but either way, no dean's list this semester. And I don't caaare.
Depression sucks, man.
Speaking of grades, finals start this week. My Spanish final (the one I am most dreading, because that sonofabitch is CUMULATIVE) kicks things off on Thursday at fuck-o'clock in the morning. Then my microbiology exam is on Friday morning, and my chemistry exam is on Monday. I need to ace all of these finals. Microbiology for the satisfaction...Spanish and chemistry so I can GTFO.
And then next semester.
Have I discussed the MADNESS that is my schedule next semester?
I'm taking 18 hours, which is a first for me. Botany, Anatomy & Physiology II, Gen Chem II, whatever math class comes after Algebra, whatever-music-class-translates-to-CHOIR, aaand...canoeing. As my gym class. It's for one weekend sometime in March.
That's insane enough.
But my actual weekly schedule?
AHAHAHAHAHAHA*sob*
I will have class from 9AM until 5PM, with ten minutes between each class, Mondays and Wednesdays. Fridays's a bit kinder--I'll be done at 1:50, so I'll have time to eat lunch. Sort of. Tuesday and Thursday I have just the math class at 9, and on Tuesday I'll also have chemistry lab. Thursday, though...the day will be largely free. When she put together my schedule, Tracey came and sat next to me in lab and said, "you'll hate me next semester."
But I think I'll be happy with it. I prefer semesters where I'm quite busy. Less time for me to get into trouble. I can't fool myself into thinking I have more time than I do. If I go too long without having something due, or something to work on, I get mopey and floppy and depressed. Then I get scattered.
Anyway.
I have a phone interview today for a camp in Virginia. It's a Girl Scout camp. The director is interested in me for the Arts and Crafts Manager position. Finally, a supervisor position! The photos of the camp look beautiful; there's a river that runs through it, and the arts and crafts building is a big stone lodge that is called, appropriately, "Stone Lodge." The director herself is very friendly; I feel as though she is quite interested in me, based on her enthusiasm and excitement when I went ahead and submitted the application the day after she emailed me. Of course, thisamricanlife just said that a camp in her area is looking for both a nature specialist AND a camp director. Either of which would be totally, totally sick and awesome.
So.