This upcoming week is going to be scary. 7 classes + one part-time job + teacher training for the other part-time job (Maybe? I have yet to hear anything about this...) + wind ensemble + marching band + homework + trying to be sane. JKRowling! If I was a sane and emotionally balanced person, then 1) I would not be me and 2) I would probably be less interesting. You know it's true.
And then there's the whole grad school exams thing. I know that I should take the GMAT, but I really really really do not want to. Not for a legitimate reason, either. My dad is all, "Why are you afraid of a test? That is stupid! You know math and will do just fine!" This is all true. Except for the knowing math part. When I was doing my econ homework (at 1:30am, despite the fact that it wasn't due for several days), I had to look up how to calculate the slope of a line. Woot, rise/run! It's more the whole practicing for an additional exam and paying the $250 to take it. This does not interest me! The jury is out on whether or not it is going to happen...though I do need to get my act together re: the GRE, because that isn't going to study for/take itself, either. Boo.
This leaves me here, at 7:10pm on Sunday evening, procrastinating from doing my stats and econ reading. I am a bit afraid of these classes, even though I know I shouldn't be. What if the information just doesn't make any sense? It would be really awesome if I made the Dean's List again, just saying...so I can't suck in these classes. Last night, I had a dream that it was already finals. It was a relief, like, "Wow, look how the time has flown!" Of course, in real life, that would be horrifying, because I need to get my act together and start working on grad school applications!
And now I'm going to start my reading.
