Jesus wept.
Nice guy that, haven't seen him in a few weeks. Hope he's okay.
But seriously though. I'm probably going to end up failing three of my damned classes.
Mostly because, well, I gave up.
I overestimated how much I was going to be able to pull together financially for this term and wasn't able to pay tuition out of pocket and keep up on rent and bills. So I chose to pay rent and bills in hopes of keeping my credit score from tanking. Having made that decision and not seeing financial aid coming through for this term I stopped studying for my classes.
I figured, "What's the point of running myself ragged and stressing when the grades will be null if the terms tuition hits collections?" So I just stopped. Stopped studying for anything that wasn't a "group" project and strait up stopped going to my Math Class.
Then, out of the blue, on finals week the financial aid comes through. Now I'm playing catch up, trying to get as much of the homework I put off done and hoping that at least some of it counts towards my grades.
I think my grades were well enough that I should be able to pass if I get my shit pulled together and do decently on my finals. But we'll see. I wasn't really paying attention to the grades this whole time. More worried about making sure that I was actually learning and understanding the information than how well I was graded for it. Taking more delight in getting things wrong and then understanding why they were wrong than getting them right.
So, after work tonight (and a couple of finals today) it's going through assignments and online course work that I can still submit and doing as much of it as I can before Sunday. Sleep can wait.
I've been running all term on a schedule that has kept me awake for two 40 hour stretches during the week between school and work, then studying all weekend after recouping.
What's a nice little 72 hour stretch with a few naps going to do?
Not completely sure at this age and running myself to the extent of my physical limits since August.
But I could do it as a teenager with little to no ill effects. And I have an extra day off this weekend to recoup and then a regular...ish schedule for winter break.
Alright, enough pontificating and psyching myself up. I have two weeks worth of homework to hammer out and almost a full chapter from the math book to teach myself before this final in...7 hours...with a final in between.
You got this kid.
Besides, this terms math is mostly a review to prep for the more difficult stuff later.
I learned this level math in middle school.
And refreshed it again about...10 years ago...jesus I'm getting old. Guess I shouldn't be calling myself kid anymore.
Fuck that; "No one works as hard as this kid."
Kid at heart at least.
If I fail a couple of classes it's not the end of the world, just a lesson about not giving up.
If I pass them all then I'm a goddamned lucky bastard.
If I pass them with goodish grades...I'm a goddamn super hero.
Let's shoot for Superhero.
