My first-ever college final is in 45 minutes.
I'll admit that I'm completely terrified about my Comp II test. It's bad enough having my professor tear apart papers I spend weeks writing. I don't even want to know what she's going to think about 3 essays I have to write in 2 hours.
I'm not gonna lie. The woman completely intimidates me.
Dead Day was pretty productive. I spent 80% of it studying(/socializing) in the Parks and Recreation Building. I didn't even want to go in the library. Haha, no way.
Now, though, I've gotten completely burnt out on studying. I can't look at words for more than two minutes without going crazy. I still have 3 tests to study for after today. I do not like finals.
3 days. If I can only make it 3 days...
Wednesday, December 10, 2008
Monday, December 8, 2008
Sunday, December 7, 2008
Thoughts
Five days are going to drag by too slowly, yet too quickly...
I don't feel prepared for finals at ALL.
I spent all yesterday working on my paper, so I didn't get much else done.
At least I've got that first draft out of the way, though.
I guess I'll rely on the thoughts of Deas Vail on Friday and Home on Saturday to keep me motivated.
My love for bluegrass is almost as passionate as my love for life itself.
My roommate hasn't slept in my room since we've been back from Thanksgiving.
I'm starting to feel like an only...student?
I've been reminded why I chose to "give up guys" this year...
I'm convinced that either there's one specific person who will undoubtedly be "the one,"
or I will not marry at all.
Right now I'm good with either option.
I don't feel prepared for finals at ALL.
I spent all yesterday working on my paper, so I didn't get much else done.
At least I've got that first draft out of the way, though.
I guess I'll rely on the thoughts of Deas Vail on Friday and Home on Saturday to keep me motivated.
My love for bluegrass is almost as passionate as my love for life itself.
My roommate hasn't slept in my room since we've been back from Thanksgiving.
I'm starting to feel like an only...student?
I've been reminded why I chose to "give up guys" this year...
I'm convinced that either there's one specific person who will undoubtedly be "the one,"
or I will not marry at all.
Right now I'm good with either option.
Saturday, December 6, 2008
YAY!
I am really excited.
Here's why:
To get an A in College Algebra, all I have to make on my final is at least a 66%.
To get a B in Geography, all I have to make on my final is a 62%.
To get an A in World Civ, all I have to make on my final is a 75%.
To get an A in film, all I pretty much have to do make the slightest bit of effort on my final.
I can totally do all of these.
I have no idea what I'll have in English, since my professor has provided me with little to no feedback all semseter.
If I don't make an A in "Tech 1001," my lame, pointless orientation class, I will be very angry.
Either way, I am relieved to know that as long as I put forth the right amount of effort, my scholarship is safe for this semester.
Phew.
Here's why:
To get an A in College Algebra, all I have to make on my final is at least a 66%.
To get a B in Geography, all I have to make on my final is a 62%.
To get an A in World Civ, all I have to make on my final is a 75%.
To get an A in film, all I pretty much have to do make the slightest bit of effort on my final.
I can totally do all of these.
I have no idea what I'll have in English, since my professor has provided me with little to no feedback all semseter.
If I don't make an A in "Tech 1001," my lame, pointless orientation class, I will be very angry.
Either way, I am relieved to know that as long as I put forth the right amount of effort, my scholarship is safe for this semester.
Phew.
Friday, December 5, 2008
Tuesday, December 2, 2008
Christmas, Camp, and Caleb
Despite the fact that I am only one week away from finals, and a paper deadline, I have done very little homework all day. Instead, I have found better ways to spend my time, such as napping, socializing, letting my sister interview me for her Religious Studies class, sending my friends encouaging emails, wasting my life on facebook, and most importantly, decorating my dorm room for Christmas.
Our suite door now has a sweet Chrismas wreath(yes, pun intended) to accompany the acorns with our names on them, along with my latest addition to the dry erase board "ChestNUTTs roasting on an open fire." Again, a pun is very much intended. (I live in Nutt Hall.)
Our counter/mirror area is adorned with garland and some weird red streamer that I found in my sister's box of Christmas dorm decor. Our room not only has a small 60s-esque silver Christmas tree, but also a glass bowl of Christmas ornaments, as well as Christmas balls hanging from the windows. It is quite cozy and festive. Just call me Martha Stewart.
I have been thinking a lot about camp lately (lately as in today.) I don't know if it was the dream I had about Brookhill last night, or the conversations I've had with camp friends today, or random looking-over of old church and staff-meeting notes, or the facebook albums of Turkey Day, or the fact that I just listened to "Ready Now" by Desperation Band and am now listening to "In Your Presense" by Charity Von. Probably a combination of all of the above. It's not so much that I wonder if I'll be back or not this summer...I do, but it's not really a big issue with me right now. I guess I've just been reliving memories, which makes me both happy and sad. I miss my fellow counselors. I miss my campers. I miss the incredible teaching of the camp directors.
A facebook comment from one of my friends made me realize that although he became one of my favorite people this summer, I really hadn't really held a conversation with him since the day we all parted at Chili's after Camp 8. And then I started remembering that day, which was probably one of the saddest and hardest experiences of my life, knowing that we were all going to different cities and different states and different continents even...three of us knowing that it was very likely that we would never all be counselors together again, or even counselors at all. My love for these four major people makes me miss them all terribly. I know that God has put us all in different places for different reasons, and it makes me so happy to hear about their lives...yet still, I wish that Africa and Louisiana and Fayetville and Russellville could all clash together and from Afyetanaville or something.
On a note of less contemplation, tomorrow is the Wesley Banquet.
And my date and I are going to look hot.
Our suite door now has a sweet Chrismas wreath(yes, pun intended) to accompany the acorns with our names on them, along with my latest addition to the dry erase board "ChestNUTTs roasting on an open fire." Again, a pun is very much intended. (I live in Nutt Hall.)
Our counter/mirror area is adorned with garland and some weird red streamer that I found in my sister's box of Christmas dorm decor. Our room not only has a small 60s-esque silver Christmas tree, but also a glass bowl of Christmas ornaments, as well as Christmas balls hanging from the windows. It is quite cozy and festive. Just call me Martha Stewart.
I have been thinking a lot about camp lately (lately as in today.) I don't know if it was the dream I had about Brookhill last night, or the conversations I've had with camp friends today, or random looking-over of old church and staff-meeting notes, or the facebook albums of Turkey Day, or the fact that I just listened to "Ready Now" by Desperation Band and am now listening to "In Your Presense" by Charity Von. Probably a combination of all of the above. It's not so much that I wonder if I'll be back or not this summer...I do, but it's not really a big issue with me right now. I guess I've just been reliving memories, which makes me both happy and sad. I miss my fellow counselors. I miss my campers. I miss the incredible teaching of the camp directors.
A facebook comment from one of my friends made me realize that although he became one of my favorite people this summer, I really hadn't really held a conversation with him since the day we all parted at Chili's after Camp 8. And then I started remembering that day, which was probably one of the saddest and hardest experiences of my life, knowing that we were all going to different cities and different states and different continents even...three of us knowing that it was very likely that we would never all be counselors together again, or even counselors at all. My love for these four major people makes me miss them all terribly. I know that God has put us all in different places for different reasons, and it makes me so happy to hear about their lives...yet still, I wish that Africa and Louisiana and Fayetville and Russellville could all clash together and from Afyetanaville or something.
On a note of less contemplation, tomorrow is the Wesley Banquet.
And my date and I are going to look hot.
Monday, December 1, 2008
Chloraseptic Blues
I woke up with a scratchy throat this morning.
I can't be getting sick again.
It's not possible. I was sick less than a month ago.
This is not cool.
I have 2 group presentations tomorrow.
And then a formal banquet on Wednesday.
And then finals, and a paper to write...
Here we go again.
On the bright side, since there is no Age to Age today, I've decided to use the time to do homework and take a nap. Mmhmm...
I can't be getting sick again.
It's not possible. I was sick less than a month ago.
This is not cool.
I have 2 group presentations tomorrow.
And then a formal banquet on Wednesday.
And then finals, and a paper to write...
Here we go again.
On the bright side, since there is no Age to Age today, I've decided to use the time to do homework and take a nap. Mmhmm...
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