This is the final week of the fall semester. I will have at least a B in my math class, and I think a B in Spanish but I honestly don’t know. Math final is Wednesday and Spanish final is a video interview on Thursday evening.
A&P 1 I am 99% sure I failed. And honestly I’m less upset about that then I will be if he somehow passes me because I feel like there’s so much I didn’t learn that I should have.
Part of this is I think because I had 17 units this semester, and 3 of them were in a half term class that was accelerated. I feel like I just took on too much and when the half term class was finished, I just didn’t have anymore fucks to give.
I’m taking Intro to American Government, and Nutrition over winter. Spring I’m planning on A&P 1 again, Intermediate Algebra, and Spanish 102. Not going to bite off more than I can clearly chew again. It’ll take a bit longer but I would rather take my time to learn the material and do well.
Tied into the no more fucks I think is a little (probably) seasonal depression. We got more snow on Saturday but by Sunday most of it was gone. The neighboring community that’s up in the foothills is still blanketed in white. I drove through Lake Elizabeth on my way into Lancaster tonight and there was very little visible ground.
Tomorrow I need to finish the extra credit for my math class that’s due before the final, and I want to go into town and look for new jeans because my last pair is falling apart. I also have donations to drop off both to thrift and to a food pantry. The extra credit is really just a review of the work we’ve been doing all semester and most of it I still remember how to do… Lol.
There’s stuff around the house I need to get done too. Nothing difficult, just things like breaking down cardboard boxes and getting some papers filled out to go in the mail this week.
I think I would rather sleep for a week but that’s not something I can do.
In happier news, my mom and I ordered 2 heated cat beds. The reviews boasted many times over that cats who hate each other would cuddle in these beds. I didn’t believe it. But one of them arrived this evening and we set it up and an hour later, Millie, the hater if all things kitten, was in the bed, cuddled up with Tot… Lol.
I guess those beds are magical after all.