Chelsea’s Thoughts and Such

I have…

118 hours to cram as many chemistry facts in my brain as possible

23 hours to get a dance perfect

6 hours to learn how to put fake eyelashes on

and

Approximately 2 hours before I break down and start crying because none of the above is happening.

Happy end of the semester, everyone!

EDIT: Typically, when I’m this stressed out about a class, I calculate the lowest grade I can make on the final and still pass.  In this case, if I get a 55, I’ll still have a B.  I’m slightly less stressed now.