As you might have guessed from the title of this post, that time has come. Yes, THAT TIME. The time of *shudder*....midterms. I went home to Houston over this past weekend, so I'm in quite poor shape to tackle this week, given my lack of studying over the last few days. I already took my Old Testament exam this morning, and it actually wasn't bad at all. I think I did quite well. But immediately after that, I skipped my next class and went to bed. Don't judge me.
Tomorrow I have a statistics midterm for which I am extremely nervous. I don't want to fail that class because it means I'll have to take it over AND my GPA will go down AND my 18 hours will only count as 15. So I have to do pretty well because the tests are the only grades in the class. And I'm not prepared. Numbers just don't compute in my head. Also, I have an exam and a paper due tomorrow afternoon in American Lit. Ugh ugh. I haven't finished my paper - I have to write 5-7 pages about the subtle hints that Liz Coates was going to get raped at the end of Hemingway's short story "Up in Michigan." The irony of this situation is that the story in itself is only 5 pages long. THE HECK. I'm at 3 pages and already squeezing water out of a stone. I have nothing else to say and I'm rather terrified.
However. After American Lit tomorrow, I can breathe for the rest of the week, except for various small writing assignments and such. And then comes spring break. Except that I don't technically get a "break;" I'll be going on choir tour to the Northeast part of the United States for most of the week. I'm halfway excited. I'm excited to see Baltimore, NYC, and Washington, D.C. The parts where I don't get to spend my spring break sleeping in until 2:00pm every day....ehhhh, not so much.
Well. My Hemingway paper is screaming my name and I am with great willpower and reluctance forcing myself to answer its call.
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