Vitamin C (tierfal) wrote,
Vitamin C


I do not remember the midpoint theorem, so don't ask.

Though it should be like, what, half of the total distance or something?, whatever. :P

There is death by rambling under this LJ-cut, just to warn you.  Beware intense profanity.

Today I got up at seven, which is the earliest I've been up since last semester's finals.  It was already too hot for anything remotely resembling a jacket.  There is something horribly wrong with this picture.

Anyway, I had my first English final at the ungodly lovely hour of eight AM this morning.  It went... okay, I guess.  There were four short-answer questions, one on each of the books we read this semester, and you had to identify them and then answer two questions each.  I don't even really remember what I wrote -- it was a LONG TIME AGO, OKAY? -- but I seem to recall that it was all sort of vague and not-A-plus-y.  I just didn't really have much to say.  Which is bad, because I'm borderline in that class.  RAAR.

Well, upon dashing out of that final after using only two of my three hours (there was a standard "I should proofre... FUCK IT" moment, naturally), I threw together a very slapdash cheat-sheet notecard for my OTHER English final.  When I got to that one, it started out with very simple IDs where you had to pick fifteen of the eighteen passages and write down the author and the name of the work.  I was starting to panic when I was iffy on two of them on just the first page, but it actually turned out all right.  There were a couple where I BSed the name of the work -- really, guys, can you honestly expect me to be able to tell some of these guys' less-important poems apart?  REALLY?  Pshaw.  Anyway, then you had to pick four and OH FUCKING HELL I ONLY DID THREE.  SHIT SHIT SHIT SHIT.  I am a failure.  Oh, Christ.  I'm so dumb.  Shit.  Uh, you were supposed to pick four, one from each of the periods we studied (that's what threw me off.  SHIT.) and then explain them.  I -- dare I say it -- sorta had fun, because I wrote on Thomas Gray's "Elegy Written in a Country Churchyard," which I liked, then Frankenstein, then "Ulysses" by Tennyson.  And I SHOULD have written on another one, if I could fucking count.  DAMNNNN.

The good news is, my essay, with my crap-notecard, turned out pretty well, and I got a NORMAL, NON-MINUS A on the Frankenstein essay I got back.  So maybe I won't totally die.  Shit, guys.  SHIT.  I didn't even realize that until now.  AUGHHHHGGHGHGH.  GHH.

Euh.  Um.  That killed my energy.

My chocolate is meeeeeeeltiiiing.

I have my Greek mythology final tomorrow, and then my familia is coming on Sunday, and then on Monday I have to go see if I can declare my major and then go bother the people at the leasing office for our apartment, and then on Tuesday I have the astronomy final o' doom.

And then I get to go the hell home.

And now, back to your normally-scheduled lives. 
Tags: rambling episode, school
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