Suuuuuuuuck
Okay, so, 4 days of reading and taking notes on heart transplantation. (And lemme just say here the books i got each contradicted the others on many things, and one even tried to make me understand DNA/molecules/genetics to which--two paragraphs in--my brain replied "AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!") Wednesday, i literally spend all day and all night/next morning transferring my notes in some semblance of my established outline order onto my comp and working it into a coherent, mostly unplagiarized, interesting paper. Oh, but i didn't tell you the best part! Wednesday evening, i started feeling queasy and lightheaded. Thinking it was only nerves or stress, i popped two Pepto and pushed on. Wrong. Needless to say, by dawn i swore i could hear my bathroom talking to me. "Oh god, not you again." Also by this point my paper only needed to be proofread, but i hadn't even started thinking of my summary presentation. I slept.
Woke up four hours later by alarm to proofread and print. Discovered my printer was low on color ink which made all my presentation pics hot pink (wtf?) so i scowled and printed them in b&w while also burning them onto a cd in case my teacher cared. Still sick and expecting to die or at least faint at some point, i still had nothing for my presentation. I was about to call Karen, my non-ex-military teacher who adores me and i her, but suddenly remembered she went on vacation last week and couldn't remember if she'd be back. Gathering my paper, cd, and my bro to drive me, i went to see the teacher i dread.
When i walked into class, two of my classmates were already there 90min early. T'was Jimmy who looked up as i entered. Jimmy is a very tactful person. "You look like shit!" I thanked him and silently hoped whatever i had would hit him twice as hard. Turns out our teacher was obviously somewhere in the building but no one had seen her. I collapsed next to my classmates to wait for a half hour before leaving her a note with my assignment. I asked her to call me if she wanted to talk, but she hasn't. I dunno if this is very good or very bad. I've always turned in every assignment ever given to me in this class and no test has gotten less than 100% (bless extra credit). If i am somehow screwed just because i didn't feel like puking half-way thru my presentation, i will cry. Not because of a bad grade but because of the freakin WORK wasted. The aching hands, eye strain, aneurysms, sore neck, the ANGUISH *drama award* all disregarded.
Thank god this week is over.
Woke up four hours later by alarm to proofread and print. Discovered my printer was low on color ink which made all my presentation pics hot pink (wtf?) so i scowled and printed them in b&w while also burning them onto a cd in case my teacher cared. Still sick and expecting to die or at least faint at some point, i still had nothing for my presentation. I was about to call Karen, my non-ex-military teacher who adores me and i her, but suddenly remembered she went on vacation last week and couldn't remember if she'd be back. Gathering my paper, cd, and my bro to drive me, i went to see the teacher i dread.
When i walked into class, two of my classmates were already there 90min early. T'was Jimmy who looked up as i entered. Jimmy is a very tactful person. "You look like shit!" I thanked him and silently hoped whatever i had would hit him twice as hard. Turns out our teacher was obviously somewhere in the building but no one had seen her. I collapsed next to my classmates to wait for a half hour before leaving her a note with my assignment. I asked her to call me if she wanted to talk, but she hasn't. I dunno if this is very good or very bad. I've always turned in every assignment ever given to me in this class and no test has gotten less than 100% (bless extra credit). If i am somehow screwed just because i didn't feel like puking half-way thru my presentation, i will cry. Not because of a bad grade but because of the freakin WORK wasted. The aching hands, eye strain, aneurysms, sore neck, the ANGUISH *drama award* all disregarded.
Thank god this week is over.