I don't particularly enjoy reading laundry lists of what people did on their days. These typical "diary" blog entries are usually long, lame, and ordinary. So when I decided to jumpstart my blog, I made a pact with myself that I wouldn't write this type of pointless crap. But I think I will have to break the pact today. It's Spring Break and I must ramble. (So if you're like me, don't read this post)
Last week was ridiculous. Not only was it the week before Spring Break when every teacher decides to give a huge test before people check out and go on vacation, but it was also finals week for my calculus class. As mentioned many times (enough to bore myself) before, calculus wasn't going very smoothly for me (to say the least). I was planning on taking my final on Wednesday. So with a large glass of chocolate milk and cheese/crackers, I studied/relearned an entire term of Calculus from Tuesday around 8pm till Wednesday 3am. I get home from school on Wednesday to find out that my slightly ridiculous (sarcasm) calculus teacher decided to finally reply to my confirmation email from monday saying that the testing center (the one I was supposed to be at on Wednesday) closed at 4:00. Wednesday was the deadline. Previously described teacher was nowhere to be found. No email. No phone. After much frantic calling and not-so-nice thoughts, I gave up and hung around the house. He emails back at 9:00..."oh, I'm sorry, you can take it tomorrow." Long story short, I took the final on Thursday during school. I slayed the final. Checked grades today. I SURVIVED CALCULUS. Lots of stress, money, and sleepless nights later, I have two A's to show for it. ...and she lived happily ever after.
After thought: I just wasted 15 minutes writing this entry. And you (probably me again) just wasted 3 minutes reading it. I feel like this story just needed to be written down so I wouldn't forget the fury. I promise the next entry will be worthy of existence.
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