Soon, open season for students begins...

Yup. Exams.

The studying began Friday, but I really should have started earlier. Dammit. I do this every single time. I always think a week will be more than enough, but it never ends up being enough when I divide the number of units I need to cover by the number of days I have.

This week I need to do 3 units of Enviro and 2 units of Bio every single day. Then I have a full week each for Physics and Chem by themselves, which is good. I am retaining my 57% in physics, thank god. All I need to do is get a pass on the exam and I'm fine.

Looking back on the year though... I can't say that I hate school entirely. I can see myself doing this for a couple more years, though the more unstructured  and self-directed learning (i.e. thesis projects) of the upper years scares the shit out of me. I can even see myself going back for either a second, proffesional, or post-grad degree. Student for life. Environmental Law tempts me because of its neediness and my liking of such things. I had considered law until I realized that I didn't have a personality for the courtroom: I burst into tears far too easily to be a lawyer. With enviro law I'd just be a 'consultant'. Once again, I have no idea what I want to do. I didn't think I could get so far without knowing--I always thought I had my future down, but apparantly even getting a degree doesn't tell me what the hell I'm going to do when I graduate. I suppose it's exciting, not knowing. I am confident that my life can't go to crap--it would take a serious breakdown of my entire support system/nation to do that. I will graduate, will get a job *somewhere*, even if its crappy, I'll never be dirt poor, even if it means having to move back home for a bit to save enough money for a downpayment of some sort. I will travel, somehow. I think I'm confident that I won't end up on the streets someday, a crackwhore or something.

And if everything goes to crap despite this, I'll go swim over to Scotland and shack up with Denise until I'm too wrinkly to move.

The toga party this friday was... replete with togas. I hadn't expected everyone to actually show up and stay in the togas for the night. Engineers. Oi. I also got thrown out of a bar/club for the first time in my life that night, wheee! Marta gave me her drink to hold while she danced, and I got caught with it and ushered out. Then had to bus it home in a toga in the rain. Fuuun. Homeless people jeered at us. Creepy. I hate Hamilton. I can't decide if I hate Georgetown more or less than I hate Hamilton. Both are equally poor, seedy, and closed on Sundays. I much prefer the 'saug, even if it is deathly boring and impossible to navigate without a car.

Has anyone attempted the G2 exit test yet? I think I will be trying for my G this summer, since I will be getting lots of highway driving experience twice a day this summer. I'm a hesitant and nervous driver, but not necessarily *bad* or dangerous. I don't think.

Adorable Steve Maddens that don't come any smaller than a 6 are the suck.

$5 bright-green heels in my teeny size are happiness.