Finals and Me.
I'm beginning to feel overwhelmed again.
It's getting to the point where I feel like it's triggering my depression, too. I caught myself in the "why bother?" state of mind earlier.
Thankfully, I think I've pushed myself out of it.
School started out so well. I studied as much as I was supposed to, I stayed on top of everything. Of course, that didn't last long.
Sigh.
I'm never going to get anything done in life because I'm such a SLACKER.
This week, most of my teachers have decided that it would be ideal to have us turn in all kinds of papers and such. Which I guess is nice, because then I don't have papers AND finals, but I just totally lost it during Thanksgiving break. I suppose my uncle's death was part of that, but they were pretty understanding about that.
I was supposed to have turned in (on extension) a paper on psychological and gendered underpinnings in fairy tales on Thursday. Said paper has not been started yet.
The rough draft of the next paper in that class was due on Tuesday. It, also, has not been started.
My media final paper, which has to be ABSOLUTELY perfect in hopes I PASS the class (do not get me started), is due Tuesday. And guess what? Not started.
So essentially, I have a paper each day for the rest of the weekend.
Then I have a take-home final, including two essays, and an extra essay, due in Anthro on Thursday. THANKFULLY, I got a 110 on that midterm, and I'll be working with the same people. So at least that's not another looming burden.
I also have regular sociology work, plus a FATTY (and, as the professor admits, difficult) final to study for.
Classes are also up in the air, as I have to see if I PASS Intro to Media Studies, and if I don't, I'll be retaking it right away. And for whatever reason, Intro to Film Studies, which is supposed to be offered every semester, just doesn't exist. Soooo I just registered for some BS VAPA class cause I have core requirements to fulfill and that does it and isn't at an ungodly hour on Monday morning.
Aaaaand to top it all off, my room mate is getting progressively worse. She and her obnoxious posse were in here last night from 1am to 4am. Just yelling and taking pictures of themselves, of course. Oblivious to the fact that I was trying to read. I can read in almost any conditions, and I literally couldn't read with them in here. I've taken to working in the hallway or the lounge, but I can't use my ethernet cord in the hall (no internet) and the lounge smells like pee. And I've yet to go to the library.
I realize that (almost) all of this is, indeed, my own fault. I just needed to vent.
Now if I could just find a way home on December 15th..anyone want to come visit me for a day on the 14th and bring me home with them? I'll give you gas money..
<3<3<3
It's getting to the point where I feel like it's triggering my depression, too. I caught myself in the "why bother?" state of mind earlier.
Thankfully, I think I've pushed myself out of it.
School started out so well. I studied as much as I was supposed to, I stayed on top of everything. Of course, that didn't last long.
Sigh.
I'm never going to get anything done in life because I'm such a SLACKER.
This week, most of my teachers have decided that it would be ideal to have us turn in all kinds of papers and such. Which I guess is nice, because then I don't have papers AND finals, but I just totally lost it during Thanksgiving break. I suppose my uncle's death was part of that, but they were pretty understanding about that.
I was supposed to have turned in (on extension) a paper on psychological and gendered underpinnings in fairy tales on Thursday. Said paper has not been started yet.
The rough draft of the next paper in that class was due on Tuesday. It, also, has not been started.
My media final paper, which has to be ABSOLUTELY perfect in hopes I PASS the class (do not get me started), is due Tuesday. And guess what? Not started.
So essentially, I have a paper each day for the rest of the weekend.
Then I have a take-home final, including two essays, and an extra essay, due in Anthro on Thursday. THANKFULLY, I got a 110 on that midterm, and I'll be working with the same people. So at least that's not another looming burden.
I also have regular sociology work, plus a FATTY (and, as the professor admits, difficult) final to study for.
Classes are also up in the air, as I have to see if I PASS Intro to Media Studies, and if I don't, I'll be retaking it right away. And for whatever reason, Intro to Film Studies, which is supposed to be offered every semester, just doesn't exist. Soooo I just registered for some BS VAPA class cause I have core requirements to fulfill and that does it and isn't at an ungodly hour on Monday morning.
Aaaaand to top it all off, my room mate is getting progressively worse. She and her obnoxious posse were in here last night from 1am to 4am. Just yelling and taking pictures of themselves, of course. Oblivious to the fact that I was trying to read. I can read in almost any conditions, and I literally couldn't read with them in here. I've taken to working in the hallway or the lounge, but I can't use my ethernet cord in the hall (no internet) and the lounge smells like pee. And I've yet to go to the library.
I realize that (almost) all of this is, indeed, my own fault. I just needed to vent.
Now if I could just find a way home on December 15th..anyone want to come visit me for a day on the 14th and bring me home with them? I'll give you gas money..
<3<3<3