The cabin fever has arrived.
I've been inside this apartment on an almost-continuous basis for the past two days, in the hopes of forcing myself to study. It's not working well. Why is that, you query? Well, there is a TV, and there this computer with an internet connection, and there is a phone for me to use for texting my niece really important messages like "OMG Lady Gaga is so awesome" to which she replies "so cool ok I have to go" and then I stare at the wall.
I have one final down, and three to go: chemistry class? Got an A, thanks, although it was the result of help from chemistry-ish friends who dragged me through it. My upcoming chemistry lab final is going to be a killer...we'll be given a mystery substance and we have to test it to find out what it is. I know what poor Harry Potter felt like bumbling his way through his Potions classes, blowing stuff up by accident. Someone please give some Felix Felicis, I need all the help I can get.
My anatomy book is still open to the same page that has been staring at me all day.
The other students in my classes--some of who are, literally, half my age--have stopped staring at me strangely and now actually speak to me, which is good. Not that I notice what anyone else is doing; I'm far too busy sitting in the front row, hanging on the professor's every word. It's like there's a little voice in my head, tapping on my brain saying "You better be paying attention, dummy. Don't screw this up..." And then I give all the kids sitting behind me dirty looks. They better respect their elders.
I guess there is a little pressure, like this isn't necessarily my LAST chance to make this happen, but the clock is ticking. And I have to get straight A's. Each time I take a test, I'm walking on egg shells.
That's enough. Back to work. Why can't I study when the sun is up? It's almost physically impossible. Weird.