Have worst night of sleep ever? Check.
Go to take a final at seven in the morning, walking through snow in the dark? Check.
Put absolutely no effort into final essay? Check.
Get back final paper from class, only to discover I completely failed? Check-a roonie.
Walk back home, getting splashed with slush from several passing cars, until utterly drenched and soggy? Check.
Go home and cry tears of pity and self-loathing in the shower, ala Tobias Funke? Check.
Attempt to make self feel better by listening to all the nine versions of the song "Hallelujah" I own, including the completely ridiculous Leonard Cohen original? Double check.
Feel surprised that such a tactic worked? Check.
4 comments:
I felt bad for you until I got to the Tobias reference. Then I just laughed.
I still feel bad for you, and of course have interpreted that feeling into a need to feed/caffeinate you. Let me do that soon, eh?
I didn't know you were a never-nude.
And I'm sorry. Finals need to die.
I'm sorry too, Cat. But now it's all over. No more of that class. And learning to fail will make you able to relate to a class of people you have not previously known. Now you have something in common with failures! This really didn't come out how I was hoping it would... You are not a failure in my book.
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