Right, so, here's what happened. Last Friday I had an essay due, and then there was only a week to study until the exam for my 3rd year History class on Gandhi. I thought that would be okay and I'd get study done fine if I was disciplined. I took Saturday off after handing in the essay, as I thought I deserved some time to do whatever I wanted, and I'd still have five days to study. However, I got sick on Sunday. It's something in between a flu and a cold. I've slept about half of what I normally sleep and have had to lie down all day for the last six days if I don't want to get migraines or blow my nose so often it falls off. Obviously, not the best of conditions to study for an exam in. And yet I have tried. It's probably the trying and stressing that means I still haven't kicked the flu away.
I'm at university now. I've just done the exam, which was hellish. I hate that it was the type that could have gone really well if I wasn't feeling sick but I just wanted to flop down on the floor the whole way through it. Now I have to wait until 1:30pm to see the doctor on campus and get a medical certificate in case I want to apply for an aegrotat. Ugh. If you'll excuse me, I need to go cough up my innards.
Now, this weekend, I'm supposed to be going on a camp for the start-up of the uni Christian group I'm in. Doesn't look likely. Especially as I got a text from the leader saying 'please bring swimming togs and old clothes' - nooooooo!!!! I want to go home and climb under a pile of blankets.
Sorry. This is a very boring and, again, Mrs Bennet-like blog post. I just feel that I've earned the right to complain today.
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