Semester.Over
Dec. 17th, 2012 10:58 amHad to pull some down and dirty voodoo to get it all done, and nearly got into a fist fight with someone at the cheese job when they tried to yell at me for being late, after I'd been awake for 24+ hours, and was STILL there an hour early--making mine an 8.5 hour shift, on no sleep-- so they could go to a wedding.Yeah, I almost cut a fucker. But you know what? It's done. Semester. Over.
And I just received my course evaluations and I'm frankly terrified to look at them. I feel like I fucked this semester up, Royal. I can think of at least three valid criticisms of my performance, but I'm worried about the ones I can't think of. Where are the places I fucked up that I didn't notice, until it was too late?
Shit.
Ah well. "Do what frightens you."
The only way out is through.
And I just received my course evaluations and I'm frankly terrified to look at them. I feel like I fucked this semester up, Royal. I can think of at least three valid criticisms of my performance, but I'm worried about the ones I can't think of. Where are the places I fucked up that I didn't notice, until it was too late?
Shit.
Ah well. "Do what frightens you."
The only way out is through.