Finals!

And the leaf turns and midterm season turns into finals. This is the disadvantage of having 4/5 of my courses in core sciences. My writing time has steadily degraded as my instructors rush to make up time and pile on the workload. I've ended up having to hyper-organize my life to account for every hour of my day between 7am to midnite in order to cope.

And I think I'm just going to make it. If I hold true to the course I've plotted, I just might be able to avoid my B average become a B- or worse, and possibly, just possibly turn it into A's. God Willing.

Come December 15th, my life will be restored. I will no longer become a hermit, eschewing friend and familial contact. I can play video games again, I can actually read fiction. I will be able to breathe.

But not yet.

Now's the time to grit my teeth and turn into the gale.

School

Midterms = lack of writing

Current status: Sleep deprived, caffeine jacked, wild-eyed determined
Current plan: all-nighter at the Uni.
Current goal: Not to die on the Organic Chem midterm.

Que sera sera