grammargirl | Well, I may be totally screwed but at least I'm pretty cheerful about it. (Reply)

After the most disastrous women's studies study session imaginable, in which I realized roughly 14 hours from the final with four pages left to write on the Ulysses Paper of Death that this is one of those finals which requires studying for a good week in advance in order to do well--I'm cutting my losses, doing some hardcore triage, and reminding myself over and over again that whatever else happens, my semester is over tomorrow.

So: paper's getting as done as I can get it by midnight, then I'm studying for as long as I can force my brain to absorb information, then I'm getting up at ass o'clock tomorrow morning, taking the damn final, and pretending that this godforsaken semester never happened. I would also be planning on getting very drunk indeed, but alas my mom's coming up for graduation tomorrow night and I doubt that would go over real well in mommy-land.

One night of sleeplessness I can deal with if it means never having to think about this semester ever again.

Okay, enough LJ. I'm gonna go do what I can with the time I have left, and everything else will just have to stay undone.