There are fourteen hours left before my first final, which will concern photography and its theory in literature--women's literature, actually. Shortly after, I have a test in Medeival Literature, which will probably prove to be incredibly frustrating and generally off-base as far as literature examinations go.
I have 5 page essays to turn in for both of these classes. That gives me about six hours to produce quality work for both. I think I can do it.
On tuesday, I have a final on Emily Dickinson and her work, though the professor has told us what the exam will be--we are to choose a poem, and come it to class with a copy of that poem. We are to write an essay in class using that poem. I'm overlooking this class and its requirements for now, because the prior two are so much more heinous.
I can't pretend that its not my fault I'm in this place. Oh well. All I can do now is put every ounce of me into these next few days, and then strive to prevent these mistakes next quarter.
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