So freshman year is over.
It didn't feel all that official - not when I handed in my last blue book as a freshman and I got all paranoid that my professor didn't say "See you next sem," like he did with all the others, not when my classmate came rushing out of Veritas whooping, and not when I said goodbye.
It only felt official when my parents clinked wineglasses with me and my brother (who has officially ended senior year and is in that awkward moment between senior and barrister), my dad saying "It's over. The three law students can all officially relax."
The third law student is, of course, my mother, who couldn't sleep AT ALL during finals week because her two grumpy children were pacing all over the house muttering and snapping at each other.
I wish I could relax, but I can't. Not when I know that grades will be out on the 30th, when I would find out if I made the average I NEED to make to enter sophomore year. My father has merrily been crowing out his predictions for my grades, all of which are NOWHERE near my expectations. It's nice to have a supportive father but really, his fearlessly over-optimistic forecasts are freaking me out.
I'm not used to walking around the house without nothing school-related to think about. I have all this empty space before me and I don't know what I'm going to do with myself.
A list:
It didn't feel all that official - not when I handed in my last blue book as a freshman and I got all paranoid that my professor didn't say "See you next sem," like he did with all the others, not when my classmate came rushing out of Veritas whooping, and not when I said goodbye.
It only felt official when my parents clinked wineglasses with me and my brother (who has officially ended senior year and is in that awkward moment between senior and barrister), my dad saying "It's over. The three law students can all officially relax."
The third law student is, of course, my mother, who couldn't sleep AT ALL during finals week because her two grumpy children were pacing all over the house muttering and snapping at each other.
I wish I could relax, but I can't. Not when I know that grades will be out on the 30th, when I would find out if I made the average I NEED to make to enter sophomore year. My father has merrily been crowing out his predictions for my grades, all of which are NOWHERE near my expectations. It's nice to have a supportive father but really, his fearlessly over-optimistic forecasts are freaking me out.
I'm not used to walking around the house without nothing school-related to think about. I have all this empty space before me and I don't know what I'm going to do with myself.
A list:
- Sleep in
- Read all the books I've set aside
- Make reviews for the Prose Portal
- Get my long-overdue blood test and hope that my thyroid has been behaving, despite the stress I've been under
- Finally get my rib checked. My left rib is protruding at a weird angle and my hypochondriac self is kicking in
- Maybe I can also have my nose checked, which feels a little on the broken side, seeing that it has not stood up to my superior dermatological skills (I'm never going to squeeze my zits again. Maybe)
- Switch internet providers, get a wireless router and have it set up
- Catch up with my non-law school friends (and please, NO TO ROCKWELL)
- Try to write something substantial
- Go to confession. It's pretty tough going to confession in school when both the priests are your professors. It would be too awkward.
- Wait.
5 comments:
Did not intend to make you at all paranoid. Sorry for the minor glitch-- was just as excited as you to get the sem over and done with.
Try not to be anxious and try to stock up on the "good things" this summer which you will need to store up when the winter of law school begins again.
So just for good measure: see you next sem.
PFB
Have a great summer! Get some much deserved rest. ^_^
Looking forward to new articles on Prose Portal ^_^
- khristine
Sir PJ: Thanks, Sir. Law School has turned me into a superstitious person (among other things).
Khristine: Thanks! I'll try to write asap :) Finally!
hey gorgeous! we should have lunch and be grumpy together. :D
i promise to bring you chocolate to ease the waiting period. i'm not officially off the hook either - i have grades from first and third year that still haven't come in. my supposed last sem in law school was less than stellar and the days after were even worse. [we had to move, my phone died etc etc]
good luck to you and franco!
Rich: Hey I was worried about you. I hope nothing particularly awful happened or anything.
Regarding grades... IKAW PA. Me I'm not worried about you one bit *beam*
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