Two more days of class before finals officially start on Friday. I have a final on Friday, one on Saturday, a paper due on Sunday, the final that was on Monday thankfully was one that I don't have to take, which then gives me 24 hours to prep for the final on Tuesday, another 24 hours free on Wednesday and the final test on Thursday.
Stressed? Who, me?
Goodness YES.
Though (I can't make up my mind if this is comforting or not) most people are at the same mental stage that I am at right now. Which is to say that Annie has been quoting her bio text in her Latin essay on Epicurean (sp?) philosophy, Kate's stolen Hippo's toy to play in her Medieval Studies class, and I've spent two hours trying to translate Latin to realize that I kept getting the chem calculation wrong because I got millimolar mixed up with millimoles. Annie, Hippo and I had just spent up to fifteen minutes lying on the living room floor, and now Annie and Kate are laughing hysterically in the livingroom. We've concluded that Annie'd be the sort of ghost who'd come back to haunt people by giggling hysterically and Kate's connecting her being compared to a bulldog to the fact that her rabbit can behave in a rather bulldog-like fashion.
But we have cookies. That makes everything better. Except for when it doesn't, of course.
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