I suddenly realized that today as I was taking a test in my Native American History class. (Of course my next thought after that one was: HOLY HELL I'M IN THE MIDDLE OF A NATIVE AMERICAN HISTORY TEST, BACK TO WORK!)
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| Crazy Horse: Most Badassly Epic Native American Hero Ever. (I capitalize each word because that is his legitimate title) But seriously, read a book about him or something. |
Later, once I had time to reflect on this, I realized it is in fact, a big deal. My first semester of school is coming to a close. I've basically adjusted to college life, and I've attempted to register for classes for next semester. (always a painful, tragic process) It's kind of exciting, a little surreal, it probably means I need to keep thinking about my major, but the main thing it means for me at the moment is: time to panic.
I'm not overly worried about exam time approaching, but the end of the semester is when everything steps up and all kinds of big assignments are due. If you've been meaning to go to that extracurricular activity you might still be on the listserv for, and you haven't gone yet, it's not going to happen. (goodbye ruf, open mic night, tnw, respc) It's time to buckle down and start working long hours into the night in the library/just start stressing out in general. No more distractions; you've got the ball, now you just need to cradle your g.p.a. under your arm and sprint down the field, spin-move that paper, juke the crap out of that Spanish presentation, and make it safely to the end zone. (Thanksgiving break) Then you get some gatorade, catch your breath, and do it all over again. (Christmas break)That's basically what it means to be an overloaded college student just a couple of weeks away from the end of the semester. It also means that you should probably take another look at that big research paper you got assigned at the beginning of the yearCRAP
