Good News and Bad News

[tainted_heaven]

I had to take a history test last week that encompassed the entire Civil War. Ordinarily, this wouldn't bother me. Having it the same day as another test, being so swamped at work I couldn't even make it to class and needing to clean made it bother me. Mostly because I had next to no time to study for either test with working late and everything.

I was lucky enough to have my psychology test moved to Tuesday and my History test moved to Thursday, so I at least had a chance to go over my notes for a bit and do flashcards. I still was in no way prepared! I came into work Thursday morning, (even though Wendy was at my house and I was off) finished what I absolutely had to, then went to take my history test like I was walking to my death. I was absolutely certain I failed it.

I got said test back today, and I got an 80. Now I know the work on that test was NOT deserving of an 80. Granted, I may have done better than a failing grade, but not by much. Br. Ed and his grading rock! On a Br. Ed side note, he said "fuck" several times in class today. Doesn't bother me ever, just very odd watching it come out of the mouth of somebody who dresses like a priest.

So the 80 was my good news. The bad news? I also found out today in class that I have a paper due next week. This was a paper that I was sure wasn't due until the first week of December. So I pretty much got an unwanted fire lit under my ass. Ten pages in a week, I can do that no sweat...right.

The thing that sucks about it is that I was planning to see the Deadskullz Friday night and go shopping Saturday, which leaves Sunday and after work. I should probably be good and stay home on Friday night, but I have to really sit down and think about it. It would be pointless to stay in if I really don't think I'm going to work on the paper, which I probably wouldn't. I absolutely can't call off shopping because I have almost nothing to wear for the winter. What I do have has holes in it or is illfitting, and frankly, I'm tired of being embarrassed of my poor white trash wardrobe at work.

I know I'll figure it out. Beth even said I work better under pressure, which I do, I just hate the pressure part. Just needed to rant. I'm hoping when I get home, I can update about Wendy's trip and post some pictures and stuff. We'll see what Chris let's me do. Sometimes, he's like an extra parent, which is sometimes annoying, but mostly I appreciate. Helps me stay focused.

Off to Psych.

Comments

[vermilionkiss.livejournal.com]

I told you that you'd pass... =)

and tell Chris to lay off you if he gets too bad or I'll come up and kick his happy ass...

[mekkoc.livejournal.com]

Sounds like everything turned out good with the test. Good luck on the paper though. I used to hate the papers in the few college courses that I took.