I got a quiz in Stochastics tommorow. On god-freaking-something that I'm sure I'm the only one in the class of 8 that didn't get it.
So, I sat at the dining table downstairs, fully focused on my book, trying to get what the topic is about.
You know when you're studying, there's 3 situations.
A. You got it all down, in your hands.
B. Its just within reach, you have to work a bit hard.
C. Its in freaking Narnia.
I'm at C. Like, I threw a mini tantrum few minutes ago, cursing everything to the seventh circle of hell.
Mind you, it has been quite some time since my last tantrum so I felt like I was 14 or something, slamming my book shut, shoving my pencil into the pencil box, cursing every number ever created.
I got 2 assignments due on Friday. My progress level?
Sigh. Fine, I'm gonna try to start on one of them. That is, after I finish watching the 7th episode of Friends' Season 2. I'm hopelessly addicted to it now.