Dead Week
The week before finals. Gah. I hate it. Don't you? I know it's only summer, and all that. But still. This week is horribly rough. The professors realize they're way, way behind and won't get to all the stuff in class that they have planned to test you on for the final exam, so they start assigning mass amounts of reading to compensate. Do they realize how much this screws students who have 20 credit hours of classes like that?
To top it all off, I have about > < this much motivation. Which is, for the visually challenged, not very much at all. I'm living for the weekend, and that's perhaps a bad emotional state to be in this week. Thankfully, I'm done on next wednesday - and then I have a month off. I imagine I'll probably go try and pick up some shifts at my old restaurant, just so I don't go insane during that month.
To top it all off, I have about > < this much motivation. Which is, for the visually challenged, not very much at all. I'm living for the weekend, and that's perhaps a bad emotional state to be in this week. Thankfully, I'm done on next wednesday - and then I have a month off. I imagine I'll probably go try and pick up some shifts at my old restaurant, just so I don't go insane during that month.