Tired, worried, irritated.

I have an exam literally next Sunday night and another one the following day. Professor doesn’t fucking know what’s going to be on the exam (so there’s an hour of my life I’m never getting back) which is literally the only fucking good a professor can do other than grade the homework (which she doesn’t) or answer questions about course expectations (she’s a terrible listener and doesn’t give straightforward answers) for someone with my particular set of neuroses like me. I.e., test topics and what they’re expecting us to put on the piece of paper are the only things I can’t fucking find elsewhere, usually in far better quality than what I’m paying thousands of fucking dollars to sit through.

I also got a bunch of work due this week from another professor that there was absolutely no way to work on before last Friday.

This week was supposed to be my fucking spring break, but people my age don’t fucking get a moment of rest I guess. I’ve had to explain to my parents like 69 times that even though this week is de jure spring break, I’m going to be a lot more busy this week than usual.