Somehow, I completely spaced on the fact that this week is midterms.

I use Schoolhouse to organize all of my assignments and notes, and to keep track of what’s due when (brilliant at that, really), but I never look forward more than a week in advance. Thus, I didn’t notice until Sunday night that seriously? this week bites.

It’s the week before spring break, and for the first time in a long time, the majority of my classes have a midterm attached to them. And if there’s not a midterm, there’s a writing assignment that is sucking my soul (take your pick, they all feel like that this week).

I’ve been ready for this week to be over since before it began; just thinking about what has to be done is driving me crazy. It’s not like it’s hard, it’s just that it’s far more than I expected.

It doesn’t help at all that I’m working on absolutely the worst paper I’ve ever written in my life. I had to have a rough draft ready for class yesterday, am waiting for peer reviews that are due tomorrow, and have to pull everything together to turn it in on Friday. I’m at seven pages already, and it’s a large rambling mess that’s comparing two radically different articles with out a thesis statement in sight. I’m sure I’ll have to come up with something soon.

Granted, I thrive on the stress of a tight deadline, but really I hate when it’s stretched out over the entire week, because I can stare at Thursday’s list, thinking “OMG THREE MIDTERMS IN A ROW, WHO PLANNED THIS SHITTY SCHEDULE” and then I remember that it was me, and I don’t feel any better or have anyone to take it out on.

So this week is an exercise in not breaking things, because I get antsy and angry about thinks I don’t like but can’t change and haven’t passed.

But… thank god for spring break. And the Wii that’s waiting for me at my parent’s house.