My friend came and left, and I picked up Subway for supper later. Now it's time to get those final papers done. I'll be a free woman no later than July 3rd at 7pm EST. :XD
You should have heard me ranting about it last night. :lol:
But then I realized, what does it matter? In the real world, if they don't cut the mustard they'll be fired. I get great grades, considering, but that doesn't mean I'll make it.
It's just concerning. No one wants a therapist that doesn't get things. :XD
This is unrelated to our PMs, but it didn't seem PM worthy.
I've rambled on and on about my CDP class. A student physically e-mailed me asking help on the final exam because she didn't understand what the instructor meant.
That worries me, especially when someone says, "What does she mean by using theories and complexities"? My initial thought was, "Why are you going into therapy? :gonk: :cry:"
I did explain it out, but criminey biscuits, if they don't understand the theories or anything... o.o;;
I'm OK. I managed to fall asleep around 2:30 and I got up at 11:00, so I'm slowly working out of it.
Unfortunately, Cole and Bucky left for work and our car's alternator belt blew out. I'm getting worried. It seems like we keep putting more and more money into that thing... *sigh* But, it'll get us by 'till I graduate.
I wanted to sleep more, but I forced myself up after 6 hours. I'm hoping I'll just get tired at a reasonable hour later tonight. This has gotta stop.. I keep being plagued with dreams that I'm pregnant, too. :gonk:
And yes, we definitely need spiffy profiles. I need to get it colored a way I like, change the font around, upload some pictures...
Cole's better at that stuff than I am. I think I'll bribe him with something to get mine done. :XD
