baw
Last night, I realized that my math note-book was missing which I needed to study for my statistics test this morning. I panicked, staying up until 2:30 searching for it, swearing to high-heaven that I had left it out after doing my math homework. It also contained the notecard with all the formulas I could use on the test, and discovered to my horror that my calculator was also missing. I managed to get a few hours of sleep before waking up due to anxiety at 6:00, woke my sister up, remembering that she cleaned the computer room, and asked where she put my shit. My calculator was at the bottom of one of her drawers, and she'd chucked my notebook in her closet.
At least the midterm was easy as hell or I would have strangled her.
Now I'm working on a Spanish presentation on Pablo Neruda and revising an essay. I need coffee. And another week of spring break.
Can I haz graduation nao?
At least the midterm was easy as hell or I would have strangled her.
Now I'm working on a Spanish presentation on Pablo Neruda and revising an essay. I need coffee. And another week of spring break.
Can I haz graduation nao?