Call Me Enola Gay
So after waking up this morning, minus a fever but still feeling like shit, I realized that it was 12:08. Normally 12:08 is a perfectly acceptable time, friendly even. Unfortunately in this instance, 12:08 was an awful time because my Japanese final was at 12:30. Note for those reading this: very few things are worse then having to move extremely fast when a) you've just woken up b) you feel awful and c) it feels like you might still have some feverish delirium.
Thankfully I made it to my test in time. Unfortunately I didn't get any time to do the crucial morning studyage. This resulted in the test... being less than satisfactory. All I really want at this point is to hold on to a C in the class, which I think is fairly possible and reasonable. Now I get to go take my Poetry final... yay. Hopefully my head stops throbbing long enough for me to bullshit about the depth and importance and sneakret meanings of some silly poems. Blargh.
Thankfully I made it to my test in time. Unfortunately I didn't get any time to do the crucial morning studyage. This resulted in the test... being less than satisfactory. All I really want at this point is to hold on to a C in the class, which I think is fairly possible and reasonable. Now I get to go take my Poetry final... yay. Hopefully my head stops throbbing long enough for me to bullshit about the depth and importance and sneakret meanings of some silly poems. Blargh.