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wickedfleaBlearrggh. I hate the end of semesters. We have six weeks or so left in this one, and I have WAY too much shit to do. Next week, I have to do a presentation for my poetry class. The presentation is supposed to anticipate the final paper for the class, and I have no idea what I'll be writing on, so I have no idea what I'm going to present. Also next week, I have to turn in a proposal for my seminar paper in my 18th c. drama class. I also have a small paper (well, short, but it'll take a good bit of effort) for my Romantics seminar. Then, the next week, I have a final exam in the drama class and the poetry paper is due. I thought the early drama final sounded good at the beginning of the semester -- getting it out of the way and all that, but of course I'm shamefully behind on the reading and not looking forward to being tested on it. After that, I'll have just enough time to tie my shoe before my Romantics seminar paper is due and I have to take my poetry final.
Where the fuck did this semester GO?!?
Add to all this the fact that this is my last full semester before I get out of here and I have no idea what I'm going to do with myself, and I just about want to crawl under a rock right about now.
Five years ago, all I wanted to do was get back in school, and I'm really thankful that I did, but now all I want to do is get the fuck out. I guess that's understandable, since I've been going at it for four years solid with no break except for half the summer last year. Now I know how people who go straight through their undergrad career feel. (I had about a four-year respite in the middle of mine.) At this point, I'm just so apathetic (relative to how I used to be, not necessarily to other students) about school that it's disgusting.
Time for my next thing. Shit.
Where the fuck did this semester GO?!?
Add to all this the fact that this is my last full semester before I get out of here and I have no idea what I'm going to do with myself, and I just about want to crawl under a rock right about now.
Five years ago, all I wanted to do was get back in school, and I'm really thankful that I did, but now all I want to do is get the fuck out. I guess that's understandable, since I've been going at it for four years solid with no break except for half the summer last year. Now I know how people who go straight through their undergrad career feel. (I had about a four-year respite in the middle of mine.) At this point, I'm just so apathetic (relative to how I used to be, not necessarily to other students) about school that it's disgusting.
Time for my next thing. Shit.
