warning: may induce high blood pressure from too many complaints about school
SO. FUCKING. STRESSED. have i said that enough times? today i had a near mental breakdown after all my classes (which ended at 9:20pm, ew) because i realized that no one has gotten back to me about giving me interviews and i realized that i am so, so, so, so, so, so, so, so fucked for this project.
then ray came to my room and we calculated our averages and what we're going to get by the end of the semester in our four courses. ya we're not weird at all. i feel a little better though, because even if i get 40% on the project, i will still pass the course. happy thoughtsssssss! MMM HAPPY.
shiettttt.
i have two papers due tuesday and three projects due next friday and a test next wednesday and two more quizzes and an english exam (my hardest course) and the "big question" 2500-word article all in the next 1.3ish weeks. YUMMAY. i already turned down my newspaper photo assignment for the week, citing that im just too busy, procrastinating or otherwise.
i'm glad today was my last streeter assignment of the semester, though. no more interviewing random strangers until january!!!!!!!! fuck ya. and apparently 70 is the new 90 when it comes to marks in news reporting class. so... yay?
i've been eating shit food the last little while and i feel gross.
ps. after december 4th, aka the apocalypse/doomsday/r.i.p. jenny day, i am going to get a fucking pedicure and manicure and haircut and go on a mad xmas shopping spree. can't fucking wait. i don't even care about my classes other than english and info+visual right now.
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