Finals week. It's bumming me out. I'm finding it very hard to care anymore. It's like winter quarter during fall. I have to d-r-a-g myself.

Keep dragging !

(says she who is about 2 weeks behind on reading and assignments and floundering to find a foothold in her dissertation....and is on the cellar when she should be working.....)

Tell it, sister! Me, too!

Ah, well, they don't make them like they used to.

no, they really don't. And that sucks! I got a baby Hobart about two years ago and love it. Still hate my hand held POS though.

Puh. You're welcome for your little piece of history. Hmmph.

My college was in a tiny little town where all the NFL footballs are made. I toured the place. So there.

What else you need to know that's useless and boring? ;)

A short essay on Baron von Steuben, due tomorrow. Though it was assigned to my daughter three weeks ago, my wife and I only learned about it (almost by accident) on Monday. She had actually forgotten who the subject was (the teacher gave them each a different person) and had to ask again.

I hab a code in my nodes.

You're a hermit, how in hell did you catch a cold?


It was that woman wasn't it. ;)

I only have two final exams to go - history and poetry.

History - well, it shouldn't be that hard, it's recent stuff 1945-present, so you'd think that if I paid attention on the news for the last 20 years I might already know half of it. I'm still studying my ass off though because I want an A, dammit!

Poetry is mostly just about MLA formatting, no explication or anything. Oh, and I still have to finish revising my paper. Not a big deal.

Good luck Bri and Dana!

I had to drop my Calculus class today because I got a 34 out of 100 on my midterm. :eek:

Holy shit, I got a 34 out of 100.

I'm going to go sob some more.

Shit, Apollo, that musthave been a nasty surprise:(

Oh my gosh it was horrible. Just got home from work, ready to relax, watch some Lost, flip open the Mac, check the grades, and then I get slapped in the face by the number 34.

It's my least favorite number now.

J's daughter sent me this code

You know what cured me of caring about the grades I got? Yeah, my illness (/montypython/ I got better! /montypython/) Seriously, dude or dudette: It's not about the grade, it's about the process of learning. So what, you got a 34? Try again, fail again, fail better!

:comfort: