Just checked my grades. 3 C's and one B. So, I flipped out because that's a 2.25 GPA. And I have to maintain a higher GPA to keep TOPS. Cried a little, then checked the TOPS site. It says I have to have a 2.50 at the end of each academic year. Which, hopefully, means I'm fine. I almost died. I cannot lose my scholarship. Crap. Well, it ( Read more... )

Saturday, December 11 I work 11:00 am- 4:00 pm at Bath and Body Works. After that, I could probably do some things I've been neglecting. But, if you'd prefer, I could hang out! With you! You would probably enjoy it, and I would probably enjoy it. And if I didn't enjoy it, I could make up an excuse to leave. Because in all actuality, I do have ( Read more... )

Well. I'm anxious to get my grades. I already know I got an 87 in Fine Arts, which sucks. I only needed 3 more points to get my A. Annoying. Just three more classes to worry about. But I won't. There's nothing I can do now. But here are things that I need to accomplish soon (in order of importance ( Read more... )

I see.

Tonight! Beginning approximately 11:15 PM.... I will study for my Final exams! Two of them! Chemistry and Physics. My tests are tomorrow morning, 8 am and 10 am, respectively ( Read more... )

Yesterday was just super stressful and seemingly nonstop. Waking up late, scraping ice off windshields with a spatula while hair is wet, school (finding out I printed out the wrong stuff), work: Job 1(retail during the holidays), last-minute homework assignments, rushing around Bossier/Haughton trying to find work clothes, gasoline spilling all ( Read more... )

Not one thing today has gone right.

Sobbing to your manager probably isn't a good thing. At least I got out of work.

I freakin suck. I'm not quite sure why I screw everything up.

Things suck now worse than they have ever sucked. And GOD DAMN. Could everyone please just pretend to not be pissed at me? Make believe you are listening to what I'm saying, and don't throw in negative remarks. And don't ask me to change for you, if you won't change for me ( Read more... )

Things are certainly horrid. No need for details. Just a question ( Read more... )

Malcolm McCallum will die. I hate him so much. "Adviser." I could never find him, so I pranced into the BIOLOGICAL SCIENCES office and said, "I can't find my damn adviser. Please unblock me from registering." So they did. And now all that's left are crappy classes with crappy hours. I cannot take noon classes! CANNOT. Ugh. I actually can't ( Read more... )