Finals are dead to me
So now I have to figure out what I am doing next semester. I could try to take some algebra and Bio 107. Then again, working 56 hours a week plus between two jobs combined with homework assignments leads to stress, bad grades, wasted tuition, and missing out on more work at the shop. I am kind of thinking what I need to do is to wait until fall to take more classes so that I will be done working at both places and instead will be at the shop exclusively. Plus, I really want to take more art classes, but the only one I have liked so far at Parkland was three dimensional design with Chris Berti. Otherwise, I just felt like I didn't really gain much from the experiences. I mean, obviously not having a degree will not block my career path, and maybe it would be a good idea to move forward more with the hands on experience for now, then once I am more comfortable with that, pursue learning the more classic and academic elements.
Oy vey, finals have officially killed me. I haven't slept more than 3 hours in the last two days. This was not entirely thanks to finals, however. (Thanks, guests! I appreciate you ruining my sleep during finals week! Try it again, and I'll beat you to death with your own severed limbs! No, we are leaving that subject alone, getting over it, not going to snap on anyone...) (unless they start flipping my bedroom lights on and off at 5am. AGAIN.) Yay for conflicting schedules keeping bloody fisticuffs from taking place in the living room. What was I talking about?
11 days, 12 hours, and 17 minutes until Alyssa is due in chicago. I was planning on taking the train, but I dont know if it would be all that cost effective at this point. I'm pretty stoked though. It'll be nice to actually hang out in person. I hope she doesn't smell bad. That would be an awkward three weeks.
Oy vey, finals have officially killed me. I haven't slept more than 3 hours in the last two days. This was not entirely thanks to finals, however. (Thanks, guests! I appreciate you ruining my sleep during finals week! Try it again, and I'll beat you to death with your own severed limbs! No, we are leaving that subject alone, getting over it, not going to snap on anyone...) (unless they start flipping my bedroom lights on and off at 5am. AGAIN.) Yay for conflicting schedules keeping bloody fisticuffs from taking place in the living room. What was I talking about?
11 days, 12 hours, and 17 minutes until Alyssa is due in chicago. I was planning on taking the train, but I dont know if it would be all that cost effective at this point. I'm pretty stoked though. It'll be nice to actually hang out in person. I hope she doesn't smell bad. That would be an awkward three weeks.