Thanks, but no thanks
I'm back to experiencing that weird phenomenom that only happens during finals. When my alarm goes off, I get up, turn off both alarms, turn the lights on and the fan off, then go back to bed and sleep for another two hours, and wake up with no memory of any of the above. That used to freak me out, but now I just wake me up with a feeling of "Not again." It only ever happens during finals on days when I don't have anywhere I have to be and I just set my alarm to get up and study. I never have it happen any other time, ever. It's like my subconscious decides, "We don't have to get up, so we're not going to." (I assume my subconscious thinks of itself as separate from me, since it so often does things I don't want it to.)
I'm so freaked out about the final I have Wednesday that I went so far as to buy one of the "In a Nutshell" series on the topic. I have never, ever bought a hornbook before, and I kind of wish I hadn't bought this one. I started reading it last night, and discovered that it focuses only on the majority rule, and mentions the TX position only in passing, as "Oh, and this exists too." The vast majority of the book focuses on law that has no relevance to what I need for the final, although the second half is more helpful. So I dropped $30 on a book that does me virtually no good - the only way it could be more useless is if I were in Louisiana and absolutely no regular law applied to me. Unfortunately I passed the 3 day return deadline without realizing it, so now I'm stuck with it. Oh well, maybe it will help me when I'm studying for the MBE and I need a perspective on not-TX law. In the mean time, back to the drawing board on figuring things out.
There is the weirdest running-water sound coming from my bathroom, and it's really starting to bother me. It started last night and is continuing through today. I've checked all the faucets (tightly off) and the back of the toliet (cap down), so it's nothing that i can find, but the sound of steadily running water is still there, and clear it enough that it's almost definitely in my apartment, not coming in from someone else's. Every time I go in my bathroom I hear it and $ signs start showing up in my eyes as I think about my water bill going up.
Work was an...interesting experience tonight, and I got a great compliment that I would have rather done without. I've been feeling awful since about 2 this afternoon, although the pain seems to have peaked - nausea, cramps, stomach pressure - that I thought was maybe a stomach virus. (On further reflection, it's possible that the milk that tasted like it was about to go off hadn't yet but would soon...had actually already gone bad. Unless you're in finals and eating anrything you already have to avoid wasting time going out, don't judge me.) I dragged to work, although I had to keep an eye on the trash can at all times and a couple times went into the bathroom with my gag reflex starting to rise. Around 6:40, twenty minutes before break and the half-way mark, my computer abruptly stopped working. We couldn't fix it before break, we were almost out of ideas, and we had a full call center so I couldn't move to another computer. I had been determined not to ask to leave early unless I actually threw up, but I thought this might be a Godsend, and told Chris, "You know, I've got a stomach virus and an 8 AM final, if we can't get this to work I'd be just as happy to go home."
His response: "Uh, you're staying. We'll send someone else home, we need you here."
His confidence that I could still raise money even if I was braced to make an emergency trip to the bathroom was flattering, although I could have done without it. We did end up fixing it and I raised $2500, so it worked out well for them. I, on the other hand, feel like that guy on that one episode of Grey's Anatomy (the only one I ever watched, because I had to find out what a "code black" was), who had a bomb inside his stomach. I just checked WebMd and the only home treatment listed for injesting spoiled food was to keep hydrated, drink Gatorade (thank God I stocked up when I thought I was catching a cold last week), and wait for death. I'm so glad my final tomorrow is FamPrac, the one I am perhaps least worried about. The professor himself told us that we probably didn't even have to study, we knew the material from the in class exercises. I did not take him at his word and have been studying, but I won't be staying up late tonight. I will be taking Pepto-Bismal soon and waiting for sweet, sweet oblivion in bed.
I'm so freaked out about the final I have Wednesday that I went so far as to buy one of the "In a Nutshell" series on the topic. I have never, ever bought a hornbook before, and I kind of wish I hadn't bought this one. I started reading it last night, and discovered that it focuses only on the majority rule, and mentions the TX position only in passing, as "Oh, and this exists too." The vast majority of the book focuses on law that has no relevance to what I need for the final, although the second half is more helpful. So I dropped $30 on a book that does me virtually no good - the only way it could be more useless is if I were in Louisiana and absolutely no regular law applied to me. Unfortunately I passed the 3 day return deadline without realizing it, so now I'm stuck with it. Oh well, maybe it will help me when I'm studying for the MBE and I need a perspective on not-TX law. In the mean time, back to the drawing board on figuring things out.
There is the weirdest running-water sound coming from my bathroom, and it's really starting to bother me. It started last night and is continuing through today. I've checked all the faucets (tightly off) and the back of the toliet (cap down), so it's nothing that i can find, but the sound of steadily running water is still there, and clear it enough that it's almost definitely in my apartment, not coming in from someone else's. Every time I go in my bathroom I hear it and $ signs start showing up in my eyes as I think about my water bill going up.
Work was an...interesting experience tonight, and I got a great compliment that I would have rather done without. I've been feeling awful since about 2 this afternoon, although the pain seems to have peaked - nausea, cramps, stomach pressure - that I thought was maybe a stomach virus. (On further reflection, it's possible that the milk that tasted like it was about to go off hadn't yet but would soon...had actually already gone bad. Unless you're in finals and eating anrything you already have to avoid wasting time going out, don't judge me.) I dragged to work, although I had to keep an eye on the trash can at all times and a couple times went into the bathroom with my gag reflex starting to rise. Around 6:40, twenty minutes before break and the half-way mark, my computer abruptly stopped working. We couldn't fix it before break, we were almost out of ideas, and we had a full call center so I couldn't move to another computer. I had been determined not to ask to leave early unless I actually threw up, but I thought this might be a Godsend, and told Chris, "You know, I've got a stomach virus and an 8 AM final, if we can't get this to work I'd be just as happy to go home."
His response: "Uh, you're staying. We'll send someone else home, we need you here."
His confidence that I could still raise money even if I was braced to make an emergency trip to the bathroom was flattering, although I could have done without it. We did end up fixing it and I raised $2500, so it worked out well for them. I, on the other hand, feel like that guy on that one episode of Grey's Anatomy (the only one I ever watched, because I had to find out what a "code black" was), who had a bomb inside his stomach. I just checked WebMd and the only home treatment listed for injesting spoiled food was to keep hydrated, drink Gatorade (thank God I stocked up when I thought I was catching a cold last week), and wait for death. I'm so glad my final tomorrow is FamPrac, the one I am perhaps least worried about. The professor himself told us that we probably didn't even have to study, we knew the material from the in class exercises. I did not take him at his word and have been studying, but I won't be staying up late tonight. I will be taking Pepto-Bismal soon and waiting for sweet, sweet oblivion in bed.