When I become this world's overlord, there will be no 8:00am finals.
Talk about screwed up sleep patterns. Three of my five finals have been at 8:00am, which is not in any way an acceptable hour for me to be awake. I hate waking up at 7:00 when it's still grey and twilight-y outside, but fortunately finals are enough motivation for me to get out of bed with little trouble. On Tuesday I had to take the final for my Women's Studies class.* It was a joke. Despite the fact that I could have utterly failed the thing and still gotten a B in the class, I took it. I guessed at the multiple choice questions. The essay made reference to a reading that I hadn't done, because I haven't done any readings for that class since it started. Fortunately, the teacher allowed us to use one of our books, so I sat there and literally read the chapter during the final, and wrote a damn good essay on it.
Tomorrow at 1:00pm, I have my last final, in my Agriculture Resource and Economics class. I'm not going to study. I've gone to less than half of these classes and I have a B+. A freaking B+. This is because the entirety of the course material is stuff you could find in a pamphlet on recycling and pollution. It's ridiculous.
So I found out that my buddy Nate may have finally found a decent guy. I'm really happy for him, because if anyone deserves a decent guy it's him. The other, more cynical and pessimistic half of me is having apoplectic fits as usual ('It seems like it happens to everyone but me...') but it's being mercifully drowned out by the half that's looking forward to a month off from school and Christmas.
Metal Gear Solid 3: Snake Eater may be the best game of the year. Go buy it. Now. Go.
*I don't want to hear it. Seriously, shut the fuck up.
Tomorrow at 1:00pm, I have my last final, in my Agriculture Resource and Economics class. I'm not going to study. I've gone to less than half of these classes and I have a B+. A freaking B+. This is because the entirety of the course material is stuff you could find in a pamphlet on recycling and pollution. It's ridiculous.
So I found out that my buddy Nate may have finally found a decent guy. I'm really happy for him, because if anyone deserves a decent guy it's him. The other, more cynical and pessimistic half of me is having apoplectic fits as usual ('It seems like it happens to everyone but me...') but it's being mercifully drowned out by the half that's looking forward to a month off from school and Christmas.
Metal Gear Solid 3: Snake Eater may be the best game of the year. Go buy it. Now. Go.
*I don't want to hear it. Seriously, shut the fuck up.