Long exhale
I had my last two final exams and turned in my final paper yesterday. One way or another, the semester is over. I may have bombed all three of the exams though. Seriously, I mean that. I could remember hardly anything we learned in class this year during my Spanish final. I just couldn't remember. It was miserable.
But I don't think I'll actually fail anything. (And hopefully I won't get anything less than a C.) I'm not worrying about my grades so much, ever since I decided not to go to grad school. For years, I've been planning on being being a librarian, which requires an advanced degree. But recently I've realized that as much as I love books, my heart belongs to social justice work. So now I plan on working for a non-profit after I graduate, probably feminist or GLBT rights related. I think that I'll be happier this way. I've always planned on at least volunteering, this way I'll have more time to devote to (and get paid for) doing what I was going to do anyway.
I've always hated school. There's just no reason to go to grad school and prolong my misery.
In other news, my Yuletide story is uploaded. Now I'm freaking out, certain that I should have looked over it at least a dozen more times, put stuff in, taken stuff out. Ack! But it's in, and there's nothing else that can be done.
So now there's a huge load off of my mind.
But I don't think I'll actually fail anything. (And hopefully I won't get anything less than a C.) I'm not worrying about my grades so much, ever since I decided not to go to grad school. For years, I've been planning on being being a librarian, which requires an advanced degree. But recently I've realized that as much as I love books, my heart belongs to social justice work. So now I plan on working for a non-profit after I graduate, probably feminist or GLBT rights related. I think that I'll be happier this way. I've always planned on at least volunteering, this way I'll have more time to devote to (and get paid for) doing what I was going to do anyway.
I've always hated school. There's just no reason to go to grad school and prolong my misery.
In other news, my Yuletide story is uploaded. Now I'm freaking out, certain that I should have looked over it at least a dozen more times, put stuff in, taken stuff out. Ack! But it's in, and there's nothing else that can be done.
So now there's a huge load off of my mind.