This is how I feel about my life for the next three weeks:
In which I hate finals.
I just finished my first in-class final (which was awful, by the way, but it honestly doesn’t matter to me right now. I currently have a 96 in the class, so I’m not super worried), and the rest of the day will be spent writing a paper and doing an annotated bibliography. then I have hardcore studying for music history from tomorrow until 8:30 Friday morning, because that class is destroying my soul and I NEED to do well on the final. I literally have an 81.5%, and I would really appreciate not getting a C when I had a B 24 hours before the test.
Overall, I hate finals, I want this week to just be over so I can go home, and my motivation is so beyond gone it’s ridiculous. I don’t care nearly as much as I should about these tests right now, because I’m so close to this horrific semester being over.
Exactly 48 hours until I’m done. I can do this.