Is There Such a Thing as Too Much Coffee?
I'm feeling kinda shaky over here. I think it might be caused by the fact that I had two venti coffees at starbucks (a gingerbread latte and a pepperment mocha...mmmmmm). I'd say I shouldn't do things like that...but it's just so much fun.
I rewrote the beginning of my story today. I think I like it better than the old beginning. I'll determine how I actually feel about it at a later date.
I am very proud of myself. I actually did some studying for my Spanish final. It's not until Friday. Thus the pride. And I procrastinated by calculating the grade I need on the final to get a 4.0. I need 51/50. The odds are not in my favor. Sigh. But there are 2 homework assignments that I never got back...if I did at least decent on one of them, then I still have a slim chance. But on the plus side, I could probably not study at all and pull of an overall 3.5...OR I could not take the final at all, go home now and receive a nice-happy 2.5. I think I'll hold out and try for the 3.5/4.0. I may have become a slacker, but I'm not about to commit academic suicide...I'll save that for next semester or over the summer.
Have had one final so far. I prefer not to think of it. Bad. Despite preparation. Fear will have same bad turnout as I did at the midterm. Evil-prof-man will write letters of recommendation saying "don't accept this girl. She knows nothing about Western Literary Criticism." But as I wrote, I'm not going to think about that. *shudder shudder shudder*
It was amusing though, because both roomie and I had our worst finals at the same time. So we got to dread/celebrate together. That's solidarity.
Dudes! My hand is shaking.
Off to possibly-just-maybe study/call a doctor to ask if there is such a thing as too much coffee.
I rewrote the beginning of my story today. I think I like it better than the old beginning. I'll determine how I actually feel about it at a later date.
I am very proud of myself. I actually did some studying for my Spanish final. It's not until Friday. Thus the pride. And I procrastinated by calculating the grade I need on the final to get a 4.0. I need 51/50. The odds are not in my favor. Sigh. But there are 2 homework assignments that I never got back...if I did at least decent on one of them, then I still have a slim chance. But on the plus side, I could probably not study at all and pull of an overall 3.5...OR I could not take the final at all, go home now and receive a nice-happy 2.5. I think I'll hold out and try for the 3.5/4.0. I may have become a slacker, but I'm not about to commit academic suicide...I'll save that for next semester or over the summer.
Have had one final so far. I prefer not to think of it. Bad. Despite preparation. Fear will have same bad turnout as I did at the midterm. Evil-prof-man will write letters of recommendation saying "don't accept this girl. She knows nothing about Western Literary Criticism." But as I wrote, I'm not going to think about that. *shudder shudder shudder*
It was amusing though, because both roomie and I had our worst finals at the same time. So we got to dread/celebrate together. That's solidarity.
Dudes! My hand is shaking.
Off to possibly-just-maybe study/call a doctor to ask if there is such a thing as too much coffee.
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