Finals are coming up for my school, and the local teachers are turning especially sadistic, moreso than they usually are. My workload has officially piled up past the government-regulated maximum, and I am beginning to understand why my History Teacher is beginning to call my school Southset Gardening and Mental Health Institute. I tell you, it's beginning to show: just this morning, yours truly began to slip to deep self-conversation on whether or not spaces after a period in essays should be double-spaced or single-spaced (I never got to finish the conversation, courtesy of a "gentle" wake-up slap across the face from my loving mother).
Summer is just around the corner, signaling an end to the mass hysteria and my release from my school's new "zombification" technique of learning*. I will finally have enough time now to catch up on things once forgotten, namely, the CSRT. I'll have plenty of time to catch up too; I'll have the house to myself for a week, the perfect freedom vacation for a 9-month enslavement period. My only worry is that I make it to that point alive, or at least sane.
Wish me luck until that time comes!
*This technique has not been proven as effective by the Dep. of Ed., but is perferable by the staff involved.