You know that feeling you get when you got so much to do that you don’t know where to start? Well, I’m that plus I’m sleepy, frustrated and hurt. God, I want to cry.
It’s finals week already. I have a major test tomorrow and I’m not even halfway through reviewing. I have two more projects to finish (which we haven’t really started on yet). Even home life isn’t that peachy.
All this feels pathetic. I feel pathetic. And I’m terribly bitter about taking back what I said during the oral exam this afternoon. The professor asked me what grade I deserved and I said 4.0 (and then I chuckled) then he asked me again to tell him what grade I deserved not wanted and I ground out a bitter 3.5 and fucking reasoned out that I deserved a 3.5 for not having perfect attendance. I should have not chuckled. That’s why I hate oral exams. Anything graded that’s delivered orally, in fact.
If I could just cry the stress and move on. Hmpf. Sadly, I’m not one of those with the innate ability of being able to cry in just a few sniffs. I have to deal with all this the rational way even if I’m way exhausted.
Better make it out alive this week.