Oh ye gods and goddesses and gender-neutral deities of the conglomerate nature...
*unscrews top of head*
*opens up skull*
*leans over*
*watches brain topple out of head*
I don't think I've ever been this stressed about finals before. But the worst is over now; today was the AG Calc final, and now that that's done with I'm not half so nervous as I have been for the past three days. Tomorrow is AP Biology and French - I suppose I should be more concerned about the biology, and of course I am, to an extent, but my biology grade isn't hovering on the brink like my math one is: no, it's a solid B, haha. *sigh* I'm mostly hoping she'll be generous about the niggly little details on photosynthesis and respiration - and by 'generous' I mean 'won't ask about them', because I've memorized... probably about half of them, and honestly, when it's a test covering seventeen chapters there's only so much I'm going to be able to cram in of the specifics. But she said it would be easier than the unit exams and more general, so I'm crossing my fingers and running with it.
Observations: why I fail at being aware of the world around me except in very narrow windows of life
1. I hate redoing problems in my head after a test and finding additional answers. This always happens to me. Ninety degrees! NINETY DEGREES!
2. They gave us candy canes, poor fools, and I sharpened mine to a glittering point. Now all I have to do is wait. HA HA HA HA NO KNIVES AT SCHOOL, EH? EH? BWA HA HA HA - ahem.
3. In lieu of getting drunk, I get maudlin when I play the piano, haha. No not really, but I do tend to think about writing when I'm playing, for whatever reason, and its total inadequacy in some areas.
4. Say what you like about the awesomeness of rain and how it looks like little pieces of sky scattered across the pavement - heaven knows I have - but it's still wet and cold, which is a good thing, but, you know, currently is coming in overly copious amount.
5. I should really stop biting my fingernails; they look kind of gory just now, and one's resolutely scabby and gruesome looking where I cut the quick, although it doesn't hurt.
*opens up skull*
*leans over*
*watches brain topple out of head*
I don't think I've ever been this stressed about finals before. But the worst is over now; today was the AG Calc final, and now that that's done with I'm not half so nervous as I have been for the past three days. Tomorrow is AP Biology and French - I suppose I should be more concerned about the biology, and of course I am, to an extent, but my biology grade isn't hovering on the brink like my math one is: no, it's a solid B, haha. *sigh* I'm mostly hoping she'll be generous about the niggly little details on photosynthesis and respiration - and by 'generous' I mean 'won't ask about them', because I've memorized... probably about half of them, and honestly, when it's a test covering seventeen chapters there's only so much I'm going to be able to cram in of the specifics. But she said it would be easier than the unit exams and more general, so I'm crossing my fingers and running with it.
Observations: why I fail at being aware of the world around me except in very narrow windows of life
1. I hate redoing problems in my head after a test and finding additional answers. This always happens to me. Ninety degrees! NINETY DEGREES!
2. They gave us candy canes, poor fools, and I sharpened mine to a glittering point. Now all I have to do is wait. HA HA HA HA NO KNIVES AT SCHOOL, EH? EH? BWA HA HA HA - ahem.
3. In lieu of getting drunk, I get maudlin when I play the piano, haha. No not really, but I do tend to think about writing when I'm playing, for whatever reason, and its total inadequacy in some areas.
4. Say what you like about the awesomeness of rain and how it looks like little pieces of sky scattered across the pavement - heaven knows I have - but it's still wet and cold, which is a good thing, but, you know, currently is coming in overly copious amount.
5. I should really stop biting my fingernails; they look kind of gory just now, and one's resolutely scabby and gruesome looking where I cut the quick, although it doesn't hurt.