Just passing through...
May. 2nd, 2008 07:54 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
Seventeen days, six hours, one minute until finals are over....
Two English papers, one music paper, an exam, and a ten-minute presentation on a subject where most of the useful literature is written in a language I don't speak...
Seventeen days, five hours, fifty-eight minutes until finals are over...
Then I take a week-long nap and get to work on finishing the incompletes for my two history classes...
Seventeen days, five hours, fifty-four minutes until finals are over...
Tell me, God (and by "God" I mean my professors), how did a fun little 1-credit linking seminar turn into a painful upper-division independent study course in disguise? Oh, right. You asked your students what they wanted to be graded on, and we responded "One big project at the end of the semester should be fun!" Why did no one hit us upside the head in a Gibbs-esque manner when we said that?
Seventeen days, five hours, forty-six minutes until finals are over...
Immune system in a state of nervous collapse. Shoulder knot so bad I can't turn my head. Only been out of bed two hours and already in need of a nap.
Seventeen days, five hours, thirty-nine minutes until finals are over...
I want M*A*S*H and ice cream.
Two English papers, one music paper, an exam, and a ten-minute presentation on a subject where most of the useful literature is written in a language I don't speak...
Seventeen days, five hours, fifty-eight minutes until finals are over...
Then I take a week-long nap and get to work on finishing the incompletes for my two history classes...
Seventeen days, five hours, fifty-four minutes until finals are over...
Tell me, God (and by "God" I mean my professors), how did a fun little 1-credit linking seminar turn into a painful upper-division independent study course in disguise? Oh, right. You asked your students what they wanted to be graded on, and we responded "One big project at the end of the semester should be fun!" Why did no one hit us upside the head in a Gibbs-esque manner when we said that?
Seventeen days, five hours, forty-six minutes until finals are over...
Immune system in a state of nervous collapse. Shoulder knot so bad I can't turn my head. Only been out of bed two hours and already in need of a nap.
Seventeen days, five hours, thirty-nine minutes until finals are over...
I want M*A*S*H and ice cream.