I turned in my last final ever, and now I am ready to graduate from college!
I’ve been writing my fiction stories all weekend since saturday, and now I can finally go to bed and turn them in in the morning. then I will be officially done with my last college final everrrr.
Is it bad that my “microfiction” assignments are both about 9 pages long? I asked the prof “Does it matter how long our stories are, like what if they’re over 5 pages?” and he said “No, its ok, make it as long as it needs to be”
I have reached the point of my stay-indoors-working-on-finals weekend where I have started talking to myself and the cat out loud.
I like astronomy, but studying it makes my eyes tired. I want to work on my fiction stories for my portfolio, but they’re due tuesday, whereas my astronomy test is friday night…
The fact that the first part of my comp is due on Tuesday, and that we get Monday off, means that the first weekend of the semester for me is just like finals week.
I wore my pajamas all day and was in bed for most of it, working on writing a paper on my computer.
I am going to change out of my pajamas so I can shower and then I’ll get right back into them.
This is how I live…
and this is how I like it (minus the doing school-work part).
It’s just too bad that on the night before my last final, I forget how to study and become the best procrastinator.
All done with my Final Philosophy paper!
Now it’s officially time to start studying for Geology. If only I could be home alone again and it could be noon instead of 10pm, so I’d have more time and more peace and quiet.
But last time I studied for this class, the whole house was screaming and cheering about elections all night long and I got a B, so I think I can manage.
Can I just learn stuff off of the Google and Wikipedia about random things like histories of interesting crimes or backstories of tv show characters or something instead of studying for my final? That’s more interesting and I’d learn a lot, I promise.
I got a 96% on my first final! I will get an A- in the class!
I got a 25/25 on my second final! It was a quiz. I’ll probably get an A- in this class too!
Now I just have to finish my Philosophy paper, which is almost done but I’m starting to confuse myself. I got an A- on both the other papers and I participate well, so I should be ok no matter if this paper isn’t as good as those ones.
I still have to study for Geology. I haven’t even started and the final is tomorrow at 9am. He doesn’t grade us on anything really, except two tests we had, so I have no idea how I’m doing in the class but maybe I’ll get some kind of B? Unless I do really bad on the final. But no worries, I will study hard, now that I’m all excited about my other classes!!
I don’t know what just happened downstairs but it sounded a bit scary. Also, I could feel the floor move under my feet to the rhythm of the movie a few minutes ago. That’s kind of unsettling of a realization as well. Good thing this is my procrastination portion of the evening, and the movie is over, so it’s not a distraction from my sleep or essay writing. But I should be doing that right now. Essay time!
Philosophizing for my philosophy paper went alright, I got some paragraphs written, for a start. Now I am going to head over to my friend’s Christmas party cuz I’m already very late for it!
Ok, now I’m going to write my paper. But I have to leave the house in 10 minutes. So I will write the intro and then work on it more when I get back.
It’s a philosophy paper and I’m going to write it about what defines a person’s identity. And I have a lot to say on the subject because one time in class last week, I started a weird discussion where I asked everyone in the class who believed one side of the argument to explain why they believed it rather than the other side of the argument, and they couldn’t tell me anything convincing. So then I was like “.. but, but, whyyyy?” and then I used an example about my pencil and they ALL said that they thought the pencil was a completely different pencil when I turned the eraser, and I was like “But, its.. the same pencil. The SAME pencil!!” and I explained why I thought so in a flustered manner
and then my British teacher said, “Jessica, I fail to understand you” and so I re-explained myself. And now I will support my argument into the most concise and convincing paper everrrrr!