*sigh*

[godream]

There is a downside to living among a whole bunch of other teenagers, and it (or at least one of them) is this: one can leave one's pan drying in the dish rack before going to bed and find it filled with congealing soup the next morning. I feel like I shouldn't mention it, I'm just whining, it's not a big deal, but it's frustrating 'cause I hate washing dishes and I washed that one once already. Argh.

Calculus test this afternoon, which I am not looking forwards to. Also I have approximately a million e-mails that I need to respond to sooner or later, preferably sooner. And I need to go find a job. Stupid responsibilities.

ETA: Calc test was just as painful as anticipated. More so. Some of you are rolling your eyes now -- "sure, whatever, that probably means you think you got a *gasp* A-minus right?" -- but no, not exaggerating. Doing well on the first test definitely made me way too overconfident.

Comments

[jessiehl.livejournal.com]

It happens, with the calc test. You're on pass/fail for a reason. Don't worry too much about it. If you did poorly, do the makeup if there is one, and just make sure you do better on the next.

There was someone in my 5.112 class last year who got an 87 on the first exam and a 39 on the second. Ouch.

[godream.livejournal.com]

I'm totally kicking myself because I know I could have done better. It wasn't that it was hard so much as I was dumb. -- But yeah, you're right, it's really not the end of the world, and eventually I'll tame the spazzing reflex. (I hope.) *beats down subconscious high school standards* :P