My notes are done and emailed, yipee. Now there's just that part of redoing my outline. Not so keen on that. I have piles and piles of books around me and I'd rather play games than work on my essay.
EFF SCHOOL! Or not. I kind of need that degree. The more I think about grades, the more I'm a little worried about this semester. I really doubt that I'll make the Dean's List this time around. I've done well in two of my classes, and I've done average or poorly in the other two. Or I could just be obsessing. We'll see when the grades come out.
I shouldn't obsess. Everything will be okay. This too shall pass, even if it kills me.
--Annie