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Here we go again
May. 10th, 2004 06:22 amI'm not sure why I feel so much more tired than usual this morning, but I'm afraid only part of it is physical. The rest of it is mental.
I have a week till finals, three more days of classes, one last Algebra chapter exam (conic sections, why me?) and I know I'm forgetting something... Oh yes. An eye doctor's appointment on Thursday.
I keep telling myself that a week from today the worst of it- the Algebra final- will be over, but I have a million things to do between now and then, and I think it's going to be impossible to relax. I had forgotten just how much I hate this time of year. I always forget.
My Algebra teacher was right when she said three weeks ago that the remaining time would go fast. What she didn't say was how horrible it would be. I. Hate. This.
I'm already getting stressed- it's a wonder I've held it off this long, really- and that's bad on a couple levels. One, stress sucks, but two is that when I get stressed and the pressure is on, i tend to really narrow my focus to the things that have to get done. Sometimes I forget little things like taking care of myself as much as I should, and, oh, like drinking stuff. Which, considering last week, is not a good call.
Mom, of course, will be harrasing me about my fluid intake to make sure I'm taking care of myself. I love her for it, but we're going to have at least one fight. Or little snapping at each other session, anyway.
The worst part about all of this is that my usual stress relievers- sleep, roleplaying, writing- aren't going to be much use right now. I don't have the time for RP, and I'll probably end up running short on sleep before too long. Also not good, but what can you do? Hardest of all is the writing. I feel like I can't do it right now. I look at the pages of my notebook, the one I take to school so that I can write, and I see forumlas in my head. I remember the fifty or so problems I still have to do on the semester review for Algebra. I remember I have Soc chapters to read before the final.
Oh yeah, plus writers' block.
I can deal with not having time to write. That's how it is the week before finals. But not being able to write... I don't know. Maybe it's better. At least this way I'm not ignoring decent ideas, but oh, this sucks. It just sucks. I think about my t_m muses, and my head starts to pound. I love them to death, but right now I can't- I can't write. Will have to post to the Fen about this and hope none of the mods decide they'd like my head on a platter or anything.
Bah.
I know a lot of you must be totally sick of hearing everyone around you whine about college, but that's just how it's going to be for a while here. I don't have time for anything else.
My grandmother suggested yesterday that we go up to Yosemite next weekend. Um, yeah. Except, you know, not, because I have finals to study for. Also several hours in a car with my grandmother is gaurenteed to raise my stress level a hell of a lot. She means well. but she hasn't been to college since ages before I was born, and back then Algebra II was just longer linear equations.
She has no idea.
I have a week till finals, three more days of classes, one last Algebra chapter exam (conic sections, why me?) and I know I'm forgetting something... Oh yes. An eye doctor's appointment on Thursday.
I keep telling myself that a week from today the worst of it- the Algebra final- will be over, but I have a million things to do between now and then, and I think it's going to be impossible to relax. I had forgotten just how much I hate this time of year. I always forget.
My Algebra teacher was right when she said three weeks ago that the remaining time would go fast. What she didn't say was how horrible it would be. I. Hate. This.
I'm already getting stressed- it's a wonder I've held it off this long, really- and that's bad on a couple levels. One, stress sucks, but two is that when I get stressed and the pressure is on, i tend to really narrow my focus to the things that have to get done. Sometimes I forget little things like taking care of myself as much as I should, and, oh, like drinking stuff. Which, considering last week, is not a good call.
Mom, of course, will be harrasing me about my fluid intake to make sure I'm taking care of myself. I love her for it, but we're going to have at least one fight. Or little snapping at each other session, anyway.
The worst part about all of this is that my usual stress relievers- sleep, roleplaying, writing- aren't going to be much use right now. I don't have the time for RP, and I'll probably end up running short on sleep before too long. Also not good, but what can you do? Hardest of all is the writing. I feel like I can't do it right now. I look at the pages of my notebook, the one I take to school so that I can write, and I see forumlas in my head. I remember the fifty or so problems I still have to do on the semester review for Algebra. I remember I have Soc chapters to read before the final.
Oh yeah, plus writers' block.
I can deal with not having time to write. That's how it is the week before finals. But not being able to write... I don't know. Maybe it's better. At least this way I'm not ignoring decent ideas, but oh, this sucks. It just sucks. I think about my t_m muses, and my head starts to pound. I love them to death, but right now I can't- I can't write. Will have to post to the Fen about this and hope none of the mods decide they'd like my head on a platter or anything.
Bah.
I know a lot of you must be totally sick of hearing everyone around you whine about college, but that's just how it's going to be for a while here. I don't have time for anything else.
My grandmother suggested yesterday that we go up to Yosemite next weekend. Um, yeah. Except, you know, not, because I have finals to study for. Also several hours in a car with my grandmother is gaurenteed to raise my stress level a hell of a lot. She means well. but she hasn't been to college since ages before I was born, and back then Algebra II was just longer linear equations.
She has no idea.
