Pre!Finals Stress
Dec. 5th, 2003 06:33 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
urbandruidI can't seem to get moving this morning. I'm so tired I keep forgetting where I am, or what I'm doing here. This is bad.
I can tell already that this is going to be one of those days when I sit in Algebra and watch my teacher write things on the board, and then I think to myself, "I guess I'd better write that down... hmm, I wonder what all these symbols are for?" And I'll figure it out, but just a step or two slower than I ought to.
I think it comes of being jarred awake by my damned alarm playing- I don't even remember whcih horrible song. I remember turning on my lamp, though, and expecting the racket to stop.
Shortest class day or no, I think today's going to be a pretty long one. *sigh* I hate this time of year. Prefinals or, all the excuse the whole school needed to go crazy.
Meanwhile, my novel is wandering around in circles because I've been too busy to rein in my characters (for all that I've been half-ignoring my math assignments so that I could write). Right now they're standing in the middle of a fogbank, and my main character's sidekick's alcoholic mother is being difficult. I should have cut it off after everyone ranted at her for stealing almost their last bit of money to buy a few drinks, but I didn't, so...![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
bohemienne, we're going to have some fun with this section. I think I'll start marking in red the bits I know need to vanish.
Goddess, just get me through finals and don't let me flunk anything.
Four more class days, counting today. Three finals. Oh yeah, and an eye doctor's appointment on the afternoon of my Algebra final. I can see it now:
Doc: Hey, how are you?
Me: *mutter, mutter*
Nurse: She said something about finals...
I can tell already that this is going to be one of those days when I sit in Algebra and watch my teacher write things on the board, and then I think to myself, "I guess I'd better write that down... hmm, I wonder what all these symbols are for?" And I'll figure it out, but just a step or two slower than I ought to.
I think it comes of being jarred awake by my damned alarm playing- I don't even remember whcih horrible song. I remember turning on my lamp, though, and expecting the racket to stop.
Shortest class day or no, I think today's going to be a pretty long one. *sigh* I hate this time of year. Prefinals or, all the excuse the whole school needed to go crazy.
Meanwhile, my novel is wandering around in circles because I've been too busy to rein in my characters (for all that I've been half-ignoring my math assignments so that I could write). Right now they're standing in the middle of a fogbank, and my main character's sidekick's alcoholic mother is being difficult. I should have cut it off after everyone ranted at her for stealing almost their last bit of money to buy a few drinks, but I didn't, so...
bohemienne, we're going to have some fun with this section. I think I'll start marking in red the bits I know need to vanish.Goddess, just get me through finals and don't let me flunk anything.
Four more class days, counting today. Three finals. Oh yeah, and an eye doctor's appointment on the afternoon of my Algebra final. I can see it now:
Doc: Hey, how are you?
Me: *mutter, mutter*
Nurse: She said something about finals...
