Math, Naps and Estrogen

Happily, the dreaded finals of the last two years of my high school 'career' are over, and I feel [almost] completely at ease. Not necessairily that I was able to pass all of them with flying colors or anything, but not having to stress about them for another four months is satisfying. :D Seeing as I wasn't doing well in math, my counselor was gracious [and took] enough [pity] on me to let me rearrange my schedule, so as to drop math second semester [to avoid another awful grade on my transcript] and take the regular class next year. Granted, I'm a year behind in math now, but I figured it was my best solution to this catastrophe.

Speaking of calamities, the entropy finals enable is catastrophic. I.E. The chaotic sleeping schedules of finals week. The school schedule is quite agreeable: two normal days, followed by three days of two classes each, with an 11:40 a.m. release. The only downside is how draining the classes are. As a result, I usually come home incredibly dead, crash for a few hours, then for some reason expect to get to bed on time. Waking up early for the next day doesn't help in the entire pschyle either.

My sister in law's baby shower was today, seeing as she's due the second week of February. Although waking up at 8 'o' clock this morning definitely wasn't the highlight of my day, the whole party atmosphere including 28 women [half of whom seemed to be either pregnant or immediately post-pregnant] was cheerful. Of course, the overall amount of estrogen present was astonishing. I'd venture to say that it was more [per capita] than the midnight premier of Twilight. Shocking, no?

Now that the sky has clouded to a lovely shade of gray and the temperature has dropped fifteen degrees, I suppose I'll drag my sorry carcass out to do some more reading. However... Death by reading is quickly becoming the leading cause of Chrisland. :D Cheers.