I know you like to think your §**t don't stink...
Next week's exam schedule is as follows:
Monday 12/13/04 - British Literature @ 11:30 - 1:30
Tuesday 12/14/04 - No Exams [!]
Wednesday 12/15/04 - U.S. History I @ 12:00 - 2:00
Thursday 12/16/04 - Intermediate Algerbra @ 11:30 - 1:30, Music Appreciation @ 2:30 - 4:30
Tight.
I mainly posted this so I could remember it for myself. I know I am going to forget. I am good for that. :oP
I am gratefully my easiest are my first and last exam. That makes me happy. British Literature will be a cake walk. I can spend all day tuesday studying for History and Algebra. I will be able to relax for my music exam. I am happy in light of the fact that I have a nasty math test looming over my head, ready to kick my ass tomorrow. Not to mention a **sigh** letter of commendation I have to present on Friday. It's good and all, I just hate writing letters, and suck at them.
Chris doesn't have a phone tonight, so I had to call him at work during the day. It sucks not having him to talk to, and to talk me off the ledge of all this studying. I am unable to focus, which is freaking me out, which is further causing me to freeze from studying. He usually is able to give me a few words of encouragement that help me get through it. I just need to get a 78 on this next test, and I will continue with a B+ average for the class. Therefore one can draw the conclusion that if I get lower than that, I will maintain a B. Not much of a problem. But I would like to think I set my standards high.
I am debating as to whether or not school is even worth the bother. :o(
I have seen Chris every single day for the past 12 days. Today is the first time I haven't seen him. I am extremely depressed over this. Compound that to the fact that I won't be getting a phone call from him [or myself calling him] within the next 1/2 hour [it's currently 8:30 p.m.]. Something that I have grown used to, and look forward to to break the evening up from the monotony of homework. I just love the sound of his voice, it has always soothed me when I get in my gaelic mood. Which is most of the time.
Damn Irish.
But I can't complain too loudly, he's mostly Irish with a part German[?]. I can't remember what else he has in him. I can't complain because the Irish know how to make a fine stock of man [Read: Colin Farrell, Liam Neeson, Ken Branaugh, Pierce Brosnon, etc...]. I won't forget the Scottish. I love a Scottish man just as much as I would love an Irish man. I just happen to currently LOVE an Irish one.
I will stop gushing. It's irksome to those who could care less. Heh. I remember those days. :o\
in my Offline diary lately as well. I figure it will be good for posterity, as this one will eventually become obsolete and be lost to cyberspace forever. Sad to think...all the work that I have put into it, and eventually it will be lost. I will abandon it, and after several years of inactivity, they will clear their servers from the blight that is my journal.
Depressing.
~Deb