So finals start next Wednesday for me. No big deal, I have plenty of time to study for them. That’s not the problem; the problem is that I’ve procrastinated so much that I’ve got an entire semester worth of work to catch up on.
If you may recall, I had a week off for Thanksgiving. You want to know what I did with all that free time? I was in the library looking up the Battle of Britain, the history of Cambridge, and anything I could find about theologians and philosophers concerning “what makes us human?” I woke up by 7 each morning and usually got to sleep by midnight. I managed to complete four of five significant essays, with the last of those being now about a half an hour from completion.
That wraps up essentially all the work for two of my classes this year, excluding the finals for them, although I will spend a considerable amount of time this coming weekend preparing for those.
Tomorrow I will be moving on to a slew of long overdue biology and chemistry lab assignments in an attempt to revive my grades to the passing range. Studying the chapters will have to wait.
Fortunately, things aren’t nearly so bad as they were at the beginning of last week when I had all five papers looming ominously over my head, and perhaps the greatest occurence of idiocy in my recent history…
Backing out of a parking spot after lunch, I failed to look all the way behind me and collided with another vehicle doing the same thing. Collided may not be the right word, perhaps bumped. Anyway, I realized what happened, pulled up a little back into the parking spot, and got out of the car, leaving the door open, but as a habit, locking it as I stepped out. The damage was minimal, and no one was hurt. Never having been in an accident where any visible damage was done, I was a slightly out of sorts, although not anywhere near panicking. The irritating beep from that indicates the car door is open while the keys are in the ignition prompted me to shut the said door. If you’ve been reading attentively, you realize what my situation was.
None of the other doors were unlocked either, no reason for them to be so. Until you do it yourself, you have no idea how infuriating it is to lock yourself out of your car. It could have been much worse, and I’m glad it wasn’t. The other driver wasn’t a jerk, and he’d never been in an accident before either. He also had a cell phone (with a camera which he used to take pictures of the damage, mostly scraped paint) and the police arrived after only a half hour (which is slightly ironic because I could easily have walked to the station and back twice in that time). Also, being as my car had no fancy power windows or locks, the officer was able to unlock the door quickly using a simple tool (I’m not worried, the car has already been stolen once).
Okay, just had to get a bit of that out of my system. Feel free to vent your stress here if need be. I’m going to sleep now so I can wake up in 6 hours to finish off that blasted Theology essay before Bio lecture