The full results of last week's test is back...and I'm thinking positive. Three out of four whilst sick is pretty good. I have hopes for curves, I still got a stab at the final (though the word 'cumulative' is lurking in a highly sinister fashion in the back of my mind), and with luck I won't do anything TOO stupid this time. Such as reading a problem wrong.
Meanwhile, life continues. There is no chem lab next week but there IS an unfortunate lab practical next Thursday for which I have to memorize many long Latin names covering three different phylums, more if I've forgotten anything. If I can get all the names and spelling down by Sunday I'm treating myself to ice cream. Which reminds me to note that I've been steadily uping my sugar intake which, as usual, is a sure sign that the finals period is approaching.
Brief conversation with Amara assures me that everyone's suffering in a similar fashion, though you wouldn't exactly call this "assuring".
Molly doing something with sorority this weekend. Parents coming Saturday. Need to straighten out my agenda and possibly my desk as well, as that the reading material have accumulated to a truly hazardous height.
Out.
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