Stress
Egads. I thought the last semester of high school was supposed to be easy.
I woke up this morning and realized that I have a french project/presentation due in a week. Somewhere in that time I have to get together with Josh and film our Britlit movie. And there's a host of other things that need doing soon.
After finals, though, it should be easier to concentrate. Because, starting tomorrow, I have between three and four study halls per day*. That should help. Although I don't know when I'm going to assemble a poster and write a french paper and prepare a 5 minute presentation. I can barely speak in english for 5 minutes. I can speak in math though. It's easy to go half an hour speaking in math. At least I have a cool topic. Pascal: The Wager, The Triangle, and the Pressure. He was probably thinking that someone in a couple hundred years would need a topic for a french report, and decided to live an interesting life for someone like me to make a project out of. And for that, Monsieur Pascal, je vous remercie.
I attempted to go get my license today. Of course, I took drivers ed two years ago, so we have no idea where the certificate is. No license for Adam. If I can't find it/get an extra copy, I'll just have to borrow a tank. No one ever pulls those over. And there's never any problem with detours. As long as there's enough ammo in the main cannon.
*This isn't completely accurate. I often show up halfway through second period when I don't have first. And of course, second period study hall doesn't really count.
I woke up this morning and realized that I have a french project/presentation due in a week. Somewhere in that time I have to get together with Josh and film our Britlit movie. And there's a host of other things that need doing soon.
After finals, though, it should be easier to concentrate. Because, starting tomorrow, I have between three and four study halls per day*. That should help. Although I don't know when I'm going to assemble a poster and write a french paper and prepare a 5 minute presentation. I can barely speak in english for 5 minutes. I can speak in math though. It's easy to go half an hour speaking in math. At least I have a cool topic. Pascal: The Wager, The Triangle, and the Pressure. He was probably thinking that someone in a couple hundred years would need a topic for a french report, and decided to live an interesting life for someone like me to make a project out of. And for that, Monsieur Pascal, je vous remercie.
I attempted to go get my license today. Of course, I took drivers ed two years ago, so we have no idea where the certificate is. No license for Adam. If I can't find it/get an extra copy, I'll just have to borrow a tank. No one ever pulls those over. And there's never any problem with detours. As long as there's enough ammo in the main cannon.
*This isn't completely accurate. I often show up halfway through second period when I don't have first. And of course, second period study hall doesn't really count.