Come to think of it...I think I did that once upon a time in high school....
I think I may try that again...sometime.
Ya know, of all the things I say on here, you guys probably think I'm a terrible student. I'm really not, I've had a 3.9 gpa up until this point. I just won't anymore.
Well, I have been studying for my India and South Asia exam all day, literally since 1 this afternoon. I can safely say I feel like I know nothing about this exam. I mean, I have never felt so unprepared for a midterm in my life, and I've taken midterms without opening or buying a book (ie. this year's sociology midterm where I pulled off a 85%).
I am terrified. It's a two hour long exam. It had 135 multiple choice questions. Two essays that are a minimum of five pages long. We're graded against the class, and the two little girls that just moved here from India will kill the curve. I hate this class. I want to drop it. Bah, teetering on the edge of your second breakdown in as many months is a scary thing.
I faced death. I went in with my arms swinging. But I heard my own breath and had to face that I'm still living. I'm still flesh. I hold on to awful feelings. I'm not dead... My chest still draws breath. I hold it. I'm buoyant. There's no end.
this is what ti comes down to. in 8 hours and 17 minutes, i'm gonna take this bio test. i have eaten these godamn addictive burritos, because i needed my fix. now theonly thing left to do it study.
Whenever death may surprise us,
let it be welcome
if our battle cry has reached even one receptive ear
and another hand reaches out to take up our arms.
Nobody's gonna miss me, no tears will fall, no ones gonna weap, when i hit that road.
my boots are broken my brain is sore, fer keepin' up with thier little world, i got a heavy load.
gonna leave 'em all just like before, i'm big city bound, your always 17 in your hometown
whoa...this test kicked my ass. i think it kicked everyone's ass. he can't fail the whole class can he?
eh...i say i might have passed, who knows.
Whenever death may surprise us,
let it be welcome
if our battle cry has reached even one receptive ear
and another hand reaches out to take up our arms.
Nobody's gonna miss me, no tears will fall, no ones gonna weap, when i hit that road.
my boots are broken my brain is sore, fer keepin' up with thier little world, i got a heavy load.
gonna leave 'em all just like before, i'm big city bound, your always 17 in your hometown
whoa...this test kicked my ass. i think it kicked everyone's ass. he can't fail the whole class can he?
Yes, he can. My math teacher gives the entire class C's, except for two people. He doesn't realize that those TWO people who got A's would get A's even if the bastard didn't show up to teach. I've never witnessed such a poor excuse for a teacher.
Alan, you probably did better than you think. Even a C is better than failing.
Idealist wrote:you know you live in ann arbor when you walk down the street and notice that all the lamp posts have dollar signs spray-painted on them
no way the best thing i've seen was the newspaper machine thingies with "propaganda" spray painted on them. oh, and the stop signs that have "spending money, asshole!" on them
gotta love it
HARDCORE!!!
OMG. I can't believe I din't think fo you
until now because when I think on
a scale of one to ten you're like YWELVE.
No, seriously?