Finals = Impending Doom
My first law school final is on Dec 1st. If I think too hard about it, I might vomit. So I study. And study. And study. And rail against the universe for attacking me with gout NOW. Just as I've started walking in the mornings again. And try not to succumb to a blind panic when I realize that my arm pain might be back. I have a new plan for next semester. Be on top of things enough that if something calamitous happens in the last two, three weeks before finals, I'll be fine. That's the new plan. I did a lot better with procrastination than I have in the past. But it wasn't good enough.
And important boy question. How badly shocked will a boy you've never spent any alone time with and not seen outside the classroom be if you ask him to have coffee some time? I don't think I'll ever be able to screw my nerves up enough to do it. But if I can get an idea of how he'd react, then I can go from there. Honestly, my reality-based goal at this point is just to see him outside of class. That's it. I don't even have to get him alone, just get him to come out with our group when we do stuff.
And important boy question. How badly shocked will a boy you've never spent any alone time with and not seen outside the classroom be if you ask him to have coffee some time? I don't think I'll ever be able to screw my nerves up enough to do it. But if I can get an idea of how he'd react, then I can go from there. Honestly, my reality-based goal at this point is just to see him outside of class. That's it. I don't even have to get him alone, just get him to come out with our group when we do stuff.