Trigger shy

This school year has been hell. Absolute hell.

25 credit hours, 8 classes, asinine amounts of material. Life has been less fun than a weekend at Guantanamo. All of these things have culminated into this week from hell.

On Thursday I had 4 exams and had to write a 15 page paper. Today I had a quiz and another exam. I've gotten less than 4 hours of sleep over the last 2 days and had no choice but to over-night it at UB for the first time in my four year career.

My eyes are bloodshot. My thoughts are frantic and broken. I'm grungy and definitely need a power shower. And my being overwhelmed with my situation surely had a negative effect on how I performed on my exams. There is just no way you can adequately study for 5 exams over 2 days.

I pray that this week from hell hasn't damned my entire semester. I've tried so hard. If one exam was to kill my grade, I'd have wasted 4 months of hard work and heartache. So much build up for such a giant letdown.

This can't happen. Can it?

I have this academic gun to my temple and it's as if John B. Simpson is yelling at me to pull the trigger but I'm understandably reluctant to do so.

I guess all I can do is pray or the best. You can pray for me too. If I fly on the wings of the Lord, theres no way he'll let me down.

Let us fly. Into the sunset. And winter break.

Oooh Derek

All good things must come to an end. The Sopranos. My sanity. Derek's long, illustrious ponytail.

Com 125. It's been a fun year. Dr. Derek has managed to infuse a dose of youth within his lectures, making class a lot more enjoyable and easy to participate in. What better environment to learn in than one where your voice is actually heard and you're enjoying yourself.

Lets look at the ups and downs.

The blogs were a fun and proactive way to learn. Everyone participated in class. Lectures were often fun and flew by. Aaron Moe, the lovable brown teddy bear in the front of the class was always there and brought a suave sexuality on a consistant basis. As if Derek wasn't reason enough to go to class...And we actually learned abut things relevant to our everyday lives now.

The downs. Sometimes lectures contained an overwhelming amount of material. Sometimes, and when I say sometimes I mean basically every class a certain girl who is on her high horse monopolized talk time. I'm sorry, but shut up. You're not Derek. Whenever I missed class, which was not often, there just so happened to be a "surprise, I gotcha John!" quiz.

And so we have today and our final. Let's hope Lackaff doesn't do us dirty and make an ungodly difficult examination. I'll miss this class. It's not often that I not only enjoy a class, but the professor as well.

Live free or die hard Derek. I wouldn't expect you to do it any other way.

And p.s. You're Samson. Keep the 'tail til the grave.