fellmama

So my writtens are in fifteen and one-half hours. I'm not *quite* freaking out, but I'm headed in that general direction. I'm not concerned about passing; I'm pretty sure I can scrape at least a C out of Schmitz or Charlip. They may be inhumanly difficult graders, but I've gotten As from Schmitz before. I'd like to pass with distinction, however, which would take a lot of pressure off my other set of writtens. But that means . . . getting an A from Schmitz or Charlip. Ughmonkeys. Forget a job, I should have majored in graduating.
Dr. Thompson gets prizes for cancelling Chorale tomorrow. I'ma go to my classes, but I haven't yet done the reading for Vandiver's. I do have an airtight excuse: if she asks me, "Mary, can you tell me about x?" I will say, "No, I didn't do the reading." And when she asks why, I will say "Because as soon as your class ends at 3:50 I am going straight to Maxey to take my WRITTENS, which I need to pass to GRADUATE. Suck it, biatch!" Well, I won't say that last part (<3 teh Vandiver). But I will say the rest.
Congratulations to Liz and Dianne and all the other part-getters. You are swell.