The Wanlorn (
the_wanlorn) wrote2006-12-08 10:42 pm
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Sad Panda
This semester insits on continuing to shit on me.
In c... c... order from beginning of the semester to now:
-roomies say "Bitch you can't bring your rats.
-uncle goes from "I have cancer" to "I'm dying from this cancer".
-family goes insane
-sister goes insane (of a different variety)
-uncle goes from "I'm dying from this cancer" to "I'm not going to make it to Christmas"
-roomies say "Bitch we know you have rats; get rid of them"
The result of this (mostly the 4 in the middle; the two on the outsides are just annoyances compared to the middle) is that this semester is a complete bust. Instead of my priority being "Do very well in school", or even "Ignore school to get self better", it's been "Stay in bed so I don't have to deal with anything."
So, yes, this is my fault, and not in an acceptable way. If my guesses are anywhere close to right, this is how it will go:
Music Lesson (assuming I get a grade for it): A
Social Fact Vs. Fiction: B+
Probability & Statistics: C (only because he said that everyone is going to pass, and C is the lowest passing grade. Alas, I will still have to retake it, as I need a C+ for it to "count" when it's a requirement)
Systems & Networks: F
Theory of Computation: F
FTF, me. FTF. My GPA is going to plumet. Which, I suppose, doesn't really matter, but it's still stressing me the fuck out. I know I'm going to get screamed at by Mum for it. Which is stupid because, on the scale of culpability for my suckitude, she's at #2.
I have a final in each of the bottom 3 classes next week. I... just no. I should be studying. I should study, period, but it's just going to upset me and make me angry and more stressed and I'm going to do it anyway but I just yeah.

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Hang in there. I'm sorry about the ratties.
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Why are parents so anal about grades?? It's so ridiculous. My bro didn't even go to college, and he's damn successful and *rant rant rant*
But, really, the rats are honestly just an annoyance that is being hugely magnified by my other stress. This just means that I'll have to clean their cages (aka do laundry at 3.00 a pop) twice as often as I am now so that they can't smell them, and actually turn on the heat in my room so I can keep a window cracked to let out whatever smell accumulates.
It's just bah. I don't bitch about them drinking and being insanely loud at 4am when I'm trying to sleep, so *rant rant rant*
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That would be hilarious!
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Pity grades are awesome; they're like saying "Look, I know that if you didn't have alal thise going on you would've passed, so here, and I hope your life gets calmer!"
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*hugs*
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