Jerk
Dad called today and we had a good talk for twenty minutes. He asked me how my grades were going to turn out and I kind of squirmed through it, saying something like, "Oh, I mean, you know..." and that seemed to work for him.
And then I went to my POL 271 final and did ok on the test, probably, but I'm pretty sure (like 80%) that I failed the class.
So now I have to figure out how I break that news to my parents. Or do I break that news to my parents?
I'm sitting here in mild shock, kind of having trouble focusing on studying for my final at 7:30AM tomorrow. I've never not succeeded in something. I've never failed a thing in my life. I've never lost. This is an entirely new thing for me... and it kind of sucks.
I got a call from Mike yesterday--and Mikey got a call from Caroline--informing us that King Library was on fire. So Mikey and Sam and I jumped into Zion's car and sped onto campus to see the cathartic destruction of our academic institution's cornerstone. Except it wasn't on fire, or really in danger of catching on fire. ...It was just a back-up of steam in the heating system--had something to do with the 70° weather, they said.
So our library didn't burn down, and I'm likely failing a class, and I'm not even anything except dying to finish this semester from hell, so I can rest up for a month before I have to jump into next semester, 23 hours and all, forcing myself through to the finish line in May, no matter what.
...This has sort of been a terrible second half of 2007.... Fuck.
And then I went to my POL 271 final and did ok on the test, probably, but I'm pretty sure (like 80%) that I failed the class.
So now I have to figure out how I break that news to my parents. Or do I break that news to my parents?
I'm sitting here in mild shock, kind of having trouble focusing on studying for my final at 7:30AM tomorrow. I've never not succeeded in something. I've never failed a thing in my life. I've never lost. This is an entirely new thing for me... and it kind of sucks.
I got a call from Mike yesterday--and Mikey got a call from Caroline--informing us that King Library was on fire. So Mikey and Sam and I jumped into Zion's car and sped onto campus to see the cathartic destruction of our academic institution's cornerstone. Except it wasn't on fire, or really in danger of catching on fire. ...It was just a back-up of steam in the heating system--had something to do with the 70° weather, they said.
So our library didn't burn down, and I'm likely failing a class, and I'm not even anything except dying to finish this semester from hell, so I can rest up for a month before I have to jump into next semester, 23 hours and all, forcing myself through to the finish line in May, no matter what.
...This has sort of been a terrible second half of 2007.... Fuck.