03 March 2009
I'm getting a bit stressed here.
OK, so I'm getting really stressed and scared and nervous. I know, I know. I'm supposed to be tough and fearless. After all, I conquered Tel Aviv, didn't I?
I have a major Math midterm tomorrow that I have just now begun reviewing for, major because I was so sick for the first one and did so poorly on it that I absolutely have to do well on this one. My instructor opts to drop our lowest midterm score (don't ask me why there is more than one MIDterm, since the very essence of the word implies ONE exam in the MIDdle of the TERM - that's ALWAYS bugged me), which I'm sure he thinks is very nice and generous of him, but it also means that if you're super sick for one of them, you have no leeway on the other ones.
I wouldn't be exagerating if I said that my math skills are hara (sh*t in Hebrew - actually pronounced with the guttural ch at the back of the throat, like CHAra; it's a very phonetic and sounds exactly like what it is). Maybe they're not all that bad, but they're at least as rusty as an old Model-T that has sat through a century of NW rain. My math skills have always been one of those things we don't talk about. We know it's bad, but we just leave it at that.
Bio, on the other hand, is fascinating and, despite my B in the class right now, is actually something I think I'll be pretty good at once I get further into the field. Unfortunately, I'd like to commit ritual biology suicide in my lab right now (don't question the analogy, just go with it). I have an absolutely HUGE, DAUNTING and TERRIFYING lab paper due on Friday and I, the fearless world conquerer, am getting scared.
Yes, I have started it. Yes, I have talked to the instructor about it. But it's really freaking me out. Mostly because with work and other classes I actually have NO TIME TO DO IT. Basically, 30 minutes tonight, an hour tomorrow between class and work, and a few hours in the morning on Thursday before work is all I have. Can someone please tack on a few more hours to this week???
I'm not the only one freaking out. One of my lab group members actually sent out an email to the class today, which read, "This is basically a desperate cry for help... I've been struggling with this paper for a while..."
I have no idea what's going to happen. I could sacrifice sleep, but we all know that doesn't happen, ever. It's just not an option. No way, jose.
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