Finals Update

One final down. I think I did good on it... It took me less than an hour to do and it didn't seem that hard. Today I didn't have any finals but I did have an interview at the Writing Center. I hope I get the job! Tomorrow I have my Italian final and I have to go to a class after that and watch other people do presentations. Then on Thursday I have a presentation and a paper due, and then an online final after that. I am not worried at all about the online final. The other ones I am a little worried about. Especially since my paper need to be 1200-1500 words and I currently have 300. Go me!

I can't WAIT till this week is over...

Finals Week

Finals have begun... I have my first one in less than an hour. ewww. I have one today, none tomorrow, one on Wednesday, and two on Thursday. One of them on Thursday is a group project presentation. Double yuck. If there is no YTW, you know why.

Update!

So I finally have a few minutes to breathe and update this poor, half-neglected blog. Actually, I should be using my time in the library (that is where I am currently) to get a jump on my reading that I half to do over spring break. But I won't. I am way ahead most of the class anyway, because unlike them, I actually DO the reading. Honestly I don't know how they write the papers if they don't even read the books. But now I am getting ranty. Let's move on.

Ok, new rant. I haven't been sleeping very well lately. I am not sure why. No matter how late it is, I just lay there, wide awake. So I am going to blame something for this unexplainable lack of slumbering. I blame Sunday night. Or rather, Monday morning, because this took place at 1:00 in the morning. I was all showered and ready to get into bed to finish my homework, when (of course) the fire alarm goes off. I hate the fire alarm. And this wasn't the only time that it went off at a horribly inconvenient time. One time it got me out of bed an hour early in the mroning and forced me to stand out in the cold in my pajamas. I was also in my pa-jim-jams on Monday. My hair was wet too. So my roomie Mel and I threw on our coats and boots and trekked out into the freezing weather, cursing all the way. Because God forbid we get trapped in a building where someone down the hall had an epic cooking FAIL. (What i want to know is, what the hell were they cooking at ONE IN THE MORNING???)So we stood out there, and guess what! Just guess. My hair froze. Yes, FROZE. At first Mel didn't believe me, but I had her feel one of the icy locks hanging off my head. Just perfect. But wait! There's more! So the police come (the fire department knows by now that our building fails at cooking, and it's no big deal) and let us back into the building. They shut the alarm in the hallway off, but the ones in the individual rooms continue. And they are LOUD. Mel and I shut ourselves into the bathroom because luckily the sound was slightly muffled in there. This alarm goes on for about five minutes straight. I told Mel to go smash the thing but she wouldn't listen to me. Go figure. So by the time I brushed my teeth and finished my remaining homework it was about 2:30. And my ears were still ringing from that @#@#%^#&*&#$@% alarm. Ever since I haven't been able to fall asleep until sometime close to 4:00. Go me.

I must run to class now (LAST ONE BEFORE SPRING BREAK!!!) so I will write Update part deux when I have the time,

In about 12 hours...

I have to take a final exam on:

Washington Irving, “Rip Van Winkle” (951-965); R. W. Emerson, Nature, Chapters 1, 7, and 8 (1106-1113, 1132-1138), and “Self Reliance” (1151-1180); Nathaniel Hawthorne, “Young Goodman Brown” (1289-1298), and The Scarlet Letter, (1377-1493); Edgar Allan Poe, “The Fall of the House of Usher” (1553-1565); Harriet Jacobs, from Incidents in the Life of a Slave Girl (1808-1829); Harriet Beecher Stowe’s Uncle Tom’s Cabin (1698-1792); Henry David Thoreau, Introduction (1853-1857); from Walden “Economy” (1872-1885; 1893-1900; 1908-1914), “What I Lived For” (1914-1924), “Solitude” (1940-1945), “Higher Laws,” “Brute Neighbors” (1981-1995), and “Conclusion” (2027-2046). Herman Melville, “Bartleby” (2363-2384); Walt Whitman, Song of Myself (2920-2923; 2937-2982); Emily Dickinson, poems (2554-2597), especially “Safe in their Alabaster Chambers” (#124; 2560), “There’s a certain Slant of light” (#320; 2567), “I felt a Funeral, in my Brain,” (#340; 2568), “This was a Poet—It is That” (#446; 2575), “Because I could not stop for Death—” (#479; 2578), “I heard a Fly buzz—when I died—” (#591; 2579), “I started Early—Took my Dog—” (#656; 2582), “Tell all the truth but tell it slant -” (#1263; 2590).

Is it too late to turn back...?