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One of my professors this semester (whose class I’ve absolutely despised and who I think highly lacks in teaching skills) assigned the following as finals:

-A 2500 word final paper

-A presentation of said paper

-A final exam

-An additional 1000 word essay about what we thought about the class (in which I was brutally honest)

Who does that??

More beanie head. 

Finals are upon us, but really I’m just ready to be not in school for a month.

Day twenty.
May 8, 2012.
I just finished my last final of my second year of college. There was a point in my life when I thought I wouldn’t even be alive to get to college, much less be earning my Associate’s degree and continuing on to earn my Bachelor’s at Emory. Grateful.

Day twenty.

May 8, 2012.

I just finished my last final of my second year of college. There was a point in my life when I thought I wouldn’t even be alive to get to college, much less be earning my Associate’s degree and continuing on to earn my Bachelor’s at Emory. Grateful.

Finals.

And now I get to write a 7-9 page paper and take a test tomorrow early in the morning.

Day nineteen.
May 7, 2012.
Studying? Eh.

Day nineteen.

May 7, 2012.

Studying? Eh.

Day eighteen.
May 6, 2012.

Day eighteen.

May 6, 2012.

Blawg.

New layout.

Procrastination.

These are the things (written on index cards) that I have to know for my Astronomy exam on Monday. Fuuuuuck.

These are the things (written on index cards) that I have to know for my Astronomy exam on Monday. Fuuuuuck.

Day thirteen.
May 1, 2012
Today was the last day of classes at this campus for me ever. I have been waiting so long for this day. And on the 12th I will have my Associate’s degree. There was a time in my life that I didn’t think I would even be alive right now. When I remember that, things don’t seem quite so bad.

Day thirteen.

May 1, 2012

Today was the last day of classes at this campus for me ever. I have been waiting so long for this day. And on the 12th I will have my Associate’s degree. There was a time in my life that I didn’t think I would even be alive right now. When I remember that, things don’t seem quite so bad.

Stress.

There is just no physically possible way for me to get everything done this weekend for next week with work and the amount of things to do. I’m having tons of mini panic attacks and it’s preventing me from even doing anything in the first place. I’m scared and anxious and worried and I just want to hide.

21. Spooky Kid. Skindicate Suspensions. Tattooed and employed. Atlanta native. In love. Anxious. Dreamer.

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