Party-cipation.

School is depressing. Today we took a final quiz, which I'd barely studied thirty minutes for the previous night. Rationale behind that was mugging wouldn't make a difference anyway. It didn't.

Add that to my pathetic participation and contribution marks. I'm incredibly dismayed by the 15% my team gave me. Is that how much my time is worth? I suppose moral support does not count as much as drawing tree diagrams. I'm so freaked that I will wind up with a C or D. It would slaughter my entire average. I entertained the thought that maybe God would want to pull me off the Dean's List to teach me a lesson, but I'm sure He isn't as mean as me. Anyhow, Lord, if you're listening, please give me a little boost. Or a little hug. Yeah. I could use one of those.

Oh, please. A month more. I have to stop thinking about that Hollister tote.

It's gonna be a month so long, it'll be over before I know it.