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enthusiastickI think my Senioritis has reached problematic levels. This morning I probably bombed the midterm for my New Testament Origins class. I'd gone to about %50 of the lectures and discussion sections, had done zero reading and zero preparation for the exam. I knew, last night, that if I was going to get anything better than a D I would have to go get notes from Sam and do some studying. Instead I chose to watch some Season 2 Buffy episodes on DVD.
Even now I don't especially care. I am dreading the return of this exam, and the subsequent negotiations that will have to take place with my parents in order to drop the class. I wish I had thought to switch this class to PN before the deadline of January 23rd...
In other news, the rest of my classes are going just great. Things are starting to get serious about this paper in my seminar, but that's alright. The system is set up to prevent me from being able to procrastinate 'till the end of the quarter, which is really what I need if I'm going to actually write a 20-page research paper. I resent being coddled like a high schooler, but let's face it, its probably for the best.
The rest of my life is good... Valentine's Day coming up with Sam... we're approaching ten months together a few days before that. If we make it to April (and I see no reason why we shouldn't) then this will officially become the longest relationship I've ever had. Hmm. :)
Post Script: Happy Imbolc everyone. Man am I a lax neo-pagan. Oh well... ritual is less important than intent, and the spirit soars. Halfway through the rough season!
Even now I don't especially care. I am dreading the return of this exam, and the subsequent negotiations that will have to take place with my parents in order to drop the class. I wish I had thought to switch this class to PN before the deadline of January 23rd...
In other news, the rest of my classes are going just great. Things are starting to get serious about this paper in my seminar, but that's alright. The system is set up to prevent me from being able to procrastinate 'till the end of the quarter, which is really what I need if I'm going to actually write a 20-page research paper. I resent being coddled like a high schooler, but let's face it, its probably for the best.
The rest of my life is good... Valentine's Day coming up with Sam... we're approaching ten months together a few days before that. If we make it to April (and I see no reason why we shouldn't) then this will officially become the longest relationship I've ever had. Hmm. :)
Post Script: Happy Imbolc everyone. Man am I a lax neo-pagan. Oh well... ritual is less important than intent, and the spirit soars. Halfway through the rough season!
