[done done done]
I have spent the last hour bawling my head off. I'm done with classes. Finally.
For two weeks, anyways.
I have been scrambling to finish my midterms and my final for math, and I checked my grades this afternoon after my shift here at the college. Well, lil miss here didn't do so fucking hot on her first midterm for math! Try to the tune of, 41 out of 100!!!!!!! *gasp!* Yes, that's right. Fucking FAILURE. So I've been freaking out since noon, finishing my third midterm, and my final for this class, thinking I'm going to fail this class (a real probability) and lose my ability to go to school for a year, and lose my financial aid and everything else... needless to say, stress + freak-out city. I finished everything, however, and spoke with my academic advisor and she looked at everything I've done so far and said that even if I don't do so hot on this class, chances are very good that I'll still be okay and this will be my "one fuck up" and that I'll be allowed to go to school this summer. So NOW I've been crying from relief and release of pent-up stress and everything else that's been going on.
NO MORE PROCRASTINATION!!!!! That's the lesson from this semester. Seriously. If I'd gotten my work done earlier instead of putting it off to the last minute, I'd have taken my midterms when I was supposed to, and not been cramming studying + homework + 3 midterms + 1 final all in two weeks' time. Plus beginning work again, plus coming down with a wicked cold! GAWDS!
This is my wake-up call.
Mend your ways girl. You've been given a million fucking chances, it's time to get shit straight and do something with the gifts you have been given!
For two weeks, anyways.
I have been scrambling to finish my midterms and my final for math, and I checked my grades this afternoon after my shift here at the college. Well, lil miss here didn't do so fucking hot on her first midterm for math! Try to the tune of, 41 out of 100!!!!!!! *gasp!* Yes, that's right. Fucking FAILURE. So I've been freaking out since noon, finishing my third midterm, and my final for this class, thinking I'm going to fail this class (a real probability) and lose my ability to go to school for a year, and lose my financial aid and everything else... needless to say, stress + freak-out city. I finished everything, however, and spoke with my academic advisor and she looked at everything I've done so far and said that even if I don't do so hot on this class, chances are very good that I'll still be okay and this will be my "one fuck up" and that I'll be allowed to go to school this summer. So NOW I've been crying from relief and release of pent-up stress and everything else that's been going on.
NO MORE PROCRASTINATION!!!!! That's the lesson from this semester. Seriously. If I'd gotten my work done earlier instead of putting it off to the last minute, I'd have taken my midterms when I was supposed to, and not been cramming studying + homework + 3 midterms + 1 final all in two weeks' time. Plus beginning work again, plus coming down with a wicked cold! GAWDS!
This is my wake-up call.
Mend your ways girl. You've been given a million fucking chances, it's time to get shit straight and do something with the gifts you have been given!