DONE, PEOPLE

I did it. Last night, I mustered every ounce of motivation that I had left in my body, and I finished my thesis. It's done people. Well, knowing me, I'm going to take one more glance at the formatting, to make sure I got it all right, but other than that, I'm done. I went through my customary three drafts of thesis work, and it looks gorgeous. Of course, I went way over the limits that were placed on it. The original length was supposed to be 25-30 pages...and Ray wrote...67. Hmm.

So, on my three largest papers in my three and a half years in college, I wrote a grand total of:
101+74+67 pages. That's just the big three. I think I've written at least 40 pages in History of Medicine this semester, and I still have the take home final to do. Not to mention that I still have to actually finish my paper for that course by tomorrow morning (two edits coming...) and actually have some kind of presentation in mind. Damn.

But, Tuesday represents transition point of this finals period. Today and tomorrow morning's focus has to be on my Avicenna paper and my Greek final, unfortunately, in that order. Once those two things are done, the rest of the week gets devoted to the History of Medicine final exam, which was just posted online like 8 hours ago (does my professor sleep?), my German final, and my piano final. I really would like these things to be done before Saturday, because I WANT TO BE DONE.

That's really the only thing motivating me right now-the fact that I am SO close to being done, and that all I need to do is just push a little harder, and I'll be done. Right now, I care a lot less about grades than I do about just surviving.

As is customary, I must indulge you all with the bare minimums that I need to get A's in my classes, because I'm a grade obsessed whore.

Greek=34%
History of Medicine=89.3% (WHAT? I've worked my ass off all semester in this class and this is all I can slack?)
German=81%
Piano=85%

Doods, that sucks.

What sucks more is that I think I'm coming down with some kind of nasty infection. I mean, seriously, body. I've managed to fight off everything that came around for the last 14 weeks, and now, all of a sudden, my body says "too bad, Ray, you're screwed this week. Immune system is going on vacation early." Whatever.

I really want some fruit right now....