Well, the tears dropped. I am totally overwhelmed by my final exams. 4 exams in 70 hours. That's not exactly fair, or likely to reflect my knowledge. But... at this point I just keep thinking to myself, "When life hands you a pile of shit, make shit pies (rather than throwing shit all over the walls.)" It my humorous version of the "make lemonade" expression.
I just can't believe how much information I'm trying to cram into such a short time. I really hate being in school like this. It's one thing when it's a class here and there, but my god this is ridiculous. I'm resigned to my fate of under-performing at this point.
Dave Matthews is singing to me, "What's the use in worrying?"
It's true. At this point I'm so close to being done, I'll be packed for Cuba in a week, it's not worth losing my composure. I made it to the gym today. I can only do my best.
I keep repeating that in my head. I can only do my best. My program has been shit, and this just brings me closer to being done this shit.
I'll go to bed at midnight and start reviewing again tomorrow.
*shaking head*
