Ladybugs

These last few weeks are always the worst. I'm currently sitting on the top floor of the library and thanking everything lovely that I go to a small college and can actually get a free table during crunch time. I had to turn in a rough draft of a paper right before break and got it back last night... What I thought was at least a somewhat decent paper got shot down once again. The first "abstract" I turned in, she didn't like very much, as she said it lacked purpose. Now she says I have purpose but my examples lack it. UGH. So I am trying really really hard to get my ten pages. Writing normally comes really easy to me, but this paper has been a doozy.

This morning was my 3rd organic chemistry exam. It was hard as heck, but I think I did alright. I had to really think through every single question (which I know is the purpose of exams). I can take a little bit of a hit on it since I rocked the first two, but that didn't stop me stressing or studying my butt off. It does, however, help after the fact when I start obsessively worrying over the questions I felt iffy about.

On the upside, I sat down at this library table and my old friend the ladybug decided I was a good jungle gym. What one is doing on the fourth floor of the library, I have no idea. Just like red-tailed hawks, I seem to see lady bugs everywhere. I think it is secret revenge on me for collecting so many when I was a child and making them my "pets." Don't ask.

I have two more labs, two more homeworks, three write-ups, one essay and three final exams and 16 days before the semester is over. I am counting down.

~Melissa