{{{askye}}} Been there, done that. Take care of yourself, hon.
Ugh, Betsy. How ridiculous.
So, I know I've said this a million times, but *this* time I really mean it.
I bombed my final today. Like drop-down couldn't answer more than two of the questions completely. Fortunately, my prof has a very generous partial credit policy, so I'm hoping for a 40%.
The sucky thing? The final is 40% of my grade. So, it doesn't matter that I've gotten 100% on every homework turned in; I could still fail the class, because they only account for 10% of the grade.
I'll know between 1 and 2pm. My prof saw panic on my face and said he'd grade my stuff by then so he could give me my "final answer."
Oh, and did I mention I was 15 minutes LATE, because I'm too stupid to be allowed to live? I had a *math* final today. Guess what I didn't bring with to school? My calculator. And the bookstore wasn't open yet, due to their fabulous summer hours, so I had to come home and get mine. So much for being early, because I wanted the extra time.
Then, on the way home, I decided to try to sooth myself with some crochet. Now, I know it's lovely; that's why I'm making it. I know that the yarn is fabulous and looks soft. I know the stitch is amazing and the color is just wonderful. THAT DOES NOT MEAN YOU STRANGER ON THE T CAN TOUCH IT!
I may be a bit cranky.