...especially hard work crammed into a ridiculously short period of time and not over the whole course of the term.
The day before my math exam I was practically screwed. My sense of impending doom was tingling ferociously. I had paid pretty much zero attention the latter half of the term and had pretty much no idea what we were even doing.
So I sat down and learned the whole thing over the course of one day. Just everything that we had been doing until I could do
...and what do I stumble upon?
The heir of Isildur himself, is on my paper route.
Well I think I can safely say that whatever I do with my life from now on won't really matter. This is the top.
I'm putting this shit on my resume.
"Delivered morning paper to King of Gondor and leader of the free people of Middle-Earth".
You guys like to read stuff.
School is over. Only 4 exams stand between me and the eternal bliss of summer.
Physics, Math, Icelandic and Geology.
The math test scares the hell out of me. Physics should be alright and the other two are a piece of cake.
And I've got a job. It's not really anything ideal. Just delivering the paper in my neighborhood, but I was in no position to reject since I really need just any job. If I get another offer I might just
....and then I bit my tongue. Really hard.
Now it hurts.
And there's only a week left of school. Then the exams start. I have 5 or 6. Might be 4 though, but it depends.
...do I always forget that I have a test until I realize right before I'm going to sleep?
Oh well....I shall retreat to the den of study! Otherwise known as the garage.