It’s Saturday now. Fell asleep sometime yesterday, woke up at 9PM, thought it was Saturday morning. After a while I caught on to the fact that the sun was setting, not rising. I dunno why this keeps happening.
It’s literally 3 days left of the end of summer semester 2020. I had my moments, but I persevered and made it through. At least in academia they can’t fire you from taking time needed to recover from the effects of life on your sanity. Of course, online classes will only last for so long and then it’ll be back to the salt mines. So I’ll enjoy it while it lasts.
Yesterday, we had a quiz in chemistry, the second to last quiz. Of the 6 quizzes, only 5 count towards the grade, as the lowest quiz grade gets dropped. I did alright. Not great, but alright.
Same thing with the tests; there are 5 tests and only 4 count towards the grade. So I have a good safety net at this point with the potential to do better. The final exam is coming soon, on July 31st.
I’ve calculated that I need at least an 82% on the final to get an A, and a 44% on the final to finish with a B. It’s cake at this point.
I don’t like having a test on Monday. It means I have to study over the weekend, and I’d rather do other things. Plus, I feel the depression coming again, so I just can’t be bothered. The semester just needs to be over, I need a break.
Edit: It’s now 7/22, and I sunk into a pretty bad hole. Yesterday I had therapy and my therapist was really helpful. There’s no point in going to the hospital for every little thing, it’s just expensive and unnecessary. Part of learning about being mentally ill is learning how to cope with the mood swings and level yourself out. So, I’m still not out of it, but today was a lot better than yesterday, by far, and next week is the last week of classes before a 3 week break until fall semester. A very much needed break indeed.