Third Year
So before I combust (literally), I am actively searching for any vices to try and prevent the aforementioned occuring. Third year really is no joke. What I'm finding particularly horrific this morning as I angrily type,sigh , and roll my eyes is that I've had no marks back yet and it is TEN weeks into the term. This is actually an easily stressed out person's nightmare. No indication of knowing where I am at in such a crucial year is not really ideal, but at the same time knowing where I am at would probably be enough to push me into hysteria. So my complaining here is even more ineffective and purposeless than it normally is. Yay. I can't help but simultaenously laugh and cry that this year has actually proven to me that I academically peaked in Year 6. Since then, I have been scribbling down nonsense on assignments and if I couldn't successfully do it pre univeristy, I don't know why I thought I could do it now but anyway... Also before I move on...