Stress, the killer
This is me right now:
I had two final exams today back to back. I didn't eat much of anything this morning, so the second one I took while feeling light headed and like I was going to vomit all over the computer I was taking it at. Fortunately for all parties involved, this did not happen.
I slept a grand total of 2 1/2 hours last night--actually more like early this morning. I'm still not sure how I even got up, but I did.
I have a ton of shit still to do and it all has to be done by Thursday. The instructor for my computers class lost one of my assignments, so I have to do it OVER again. The bitch instructor for my business class assigned us a bullshit amount of stuff to do the week before finals week, all of it due Thursday morning. Of that, I still have a written test to complete, a project using advertisements to demonstrate types of marketing, and a paper on stocks left to do. I am not sure this is even remotely realistic. I still have to organize and write out my notes for my math exam on Thursday so that it's not a total flop.
Then on Friday, I have to pack all my shit and move out of the dorm here by 2:30. I get to see my lovely parents, which I am not at all excited about, but I also get to sleep forever if I want to after that and no one will give a damn. Which is a bonus I eagerly look forward to.
This is all making the very optimistic assumption that I will survive until Friday at this rate.
The roommate is off doing whatever the fuck it is she does when she's not getting on my last nerve, so I'm going to attempt a nap time. Why did I want to do this again? Riiiiight. Love of literature and the written word, gotcha. Mhmm, I think possibly I might just be insane.
I had two final exams today back to back. I didn't eat much of anything this morning, so the second one I took while feeling light headed and like I was going to vomit all over the computer I was taking it at. Fortunately for all parties involved, this did not happen.
I slept a grand total of 2 1/2 hours last night--actually more like early this morning. I'm still not sure how I even got up, but I did.
I have a ton of shit still to do and it all has to be done by Thursday. The instructor for my computers class lost one of my assignments, so I have to do it OVER again. The bitch instructor for my business class assigned us a bullshit amount of stuff to do the week before finals week, all of it due Thursday morning. Of that, I still have a written test to complete, a project using advertisements to demonstrate types of marketing, and a paper on stocks left to do. I am not sure this is even remotely realistic. I still have to organize and write out my notes for my math exam on Thursday so that it's not a total flop.
Then on Friday, I have to pack all my shit and move out of the dorm here by 2:30. I get to see my lovely parents, which I am not at all excited about, but I also get to sleep forever if I want to after that and no one will give a damn. Which is a bonus I eagerly look forward to.
This is all making the very optimistic assumption that I will survive until Friday at this rate.
The roommate is off doing whatever the fuck it is she does when she's not getting on my last nerve, so I'm going to attempt a nap time. Why did I want to do this again? Riiiiight. Love of literature and the written word, gotcha. Mhmm, I think possibly I might just be insane.