It's about that time folks...
Finals are here, and I was surprisingly not that stressed about it.
Until about 8 minutes ago when I was writing out my schedule of homework, exams, and papers due.
Then it hit like a sudden bullet in the stomach. I'm feeling serious anxiety.
Maybe because I have to write a paper due Thursday about why Michelangelo sculpted the statue of David
the way he did and how it relates to the biblical story of David & Goliath.
Oh, and I have to throw in some random facts about how it relates to renaissance art too...
Anddd all the facts have to come from my textbook for that class.
The one where I read the same sentence so many times and I couldn't even tell you what I just read.
And it might be that I have 5 exams to study for and I'm probably the worst test-taker of all time.
Maybe I'm stressed because I have recently become the world's lightest sleeper and the sound of my own
breathing seems to wake me up lately. So, I don't sleep well these days.
Living in the "middle" apartment doesn't help much.
Maybe it's because I haven't gone grocery shopping in weeks because I'm trying to save $ for Christmas.
Don't worry- I'm still eating. I could never give up food, I love it too much.
Maybe it's because I've been spoiled with having some of my family here for a week and loved it so much
that now I can't concentrate and I have a serious case of homesickness.
It's funny, 30 minutes ago I was getting sleepy. Now I'm wired and I feel like my heart is beating
out of my chest at 100 mph. I think I'm having a slight anxiety attack.
I've never had one before but I'm pretty sure it's happening right now.
Well, now that I'm wired, shaky, and feel like my heart is going to explode, I might as well
get started on that wonderful paper.
Honestly, probably doesn't matter if I spent a million hours on it because my T.A. for that class grades it.
And she's mean, rude, and a ridiculous grader. I mean that. Plus- I don't think she likes me.
Can you tell I'm holding a slight grudge? Yeah, I won't try to hide that one.
She ain't my favorite person.
Cheers to finals! Hopefully I make it out alive.









