One of the busiest day, or should I say, week of my life.
Especially today. I kinda screwed. Last 3 hours- getting ready for exam which my brain isn't ready for. The weapons are still rusty and unpolished. And it rained on the way. Forgot the freaking umbrella. Test started in 20 minutes. Raindrops wet my notes. Nothing in mind except fear and anxiety. Its 25% of final grade.
Now, 3/4 way of finishing my first official essay for EDUC 116. I have to impress, I need to sound wise and jumping-off-the-page persona. I have to. My last paper sucks.Besides, its Scoot's class. Scott needs some enlightenment about Islam so he can remove the ingrained prejudice he always had.
0% for ENGWRIT 101 first draft on whatever coastal and coral reef, or dolphins or mermaids or sinking ships. Apparently Neil has an exquisite feeling about mermaids. My pressure point now lies on marine ecological stuff. Too stuffy. If someone pinches or stomps on that point he deserves my legendary slap.
Weekend- Linguistic assignment. Weigh 20% again. Unlike last time, I'm desperate to score this time. Too desperate. Need to balance with my last assignment which I flunked. Below average. Sheryll gonna yell on my face if I don't. Or I'm gonna take extra dose of sleeping pills. Either one will happen if I flunk again this time.
Right now I'm between classes. My emotional, distressed heart's begging to go home, enjoy some coffee and rip off the pages. But the rational, wise brain pleads me to stay for the next class. Besides, I've made a promise with Sheryll I'll never miss anymore lectures. Too much of bad boy image taints the whole picture.
I'm still weighting every options I have. The devil's summoning every spawn he knows to make me take the bad choices. Come angels! Show some muscles!!
