Routine bitching, I know. DISCO test == bombed. One twenty point question as good as blank, last half-ish of a 16-point problem blank. It was just like Comp Arch in that the test wasn’t that hard or complicated; it was just me.

Today’s, ah, highlight: I went in to take a Comp Arch exam at 19:00, stomach clenched, knowledge fleeing. The C-Biscuits gathered for a moment of prof bashing and painfully scared laughter before the exam commenced. My nervousness escalated to full-blown anxiety about two minutes before the start of the exam. We’re talking racing heart, nausea, panting (?!?), tears, shaking, the works. My prof asked, just before distributing the exam, if we had any questions or concerns. I had meant to chuckle a little, but I actually sobbed. How embarrassing. My little anxiety attack cost me 35 minutes of my two-hour exam. Thirty-five minutes I tried the four problems’ beginnings, hoping…

My schedule next term (not well-formatted). As tentative as these things always are. I’ve managed to keep my 10th hours free every day, at least, which gives me a bit of breathing space before the evening activities. I hate computer science block-classes. I very much did not want a first-hour class due to my newfound sleepiness, but some schedule clusterfuckery meant I didn’t get the sections I wanted. I could change now, particularly now that my roomie is going away to Texas for an awesome co-op with a big calculator-making company (!!!) during winter term. I could steal her space in the class I wanted, but the change in scheduling…

That’d be the writing bug. I’m not nearly so efficient as Elf (but then, who is?), as I only managed 662 words in the forty minutes I took this morning to write, but they were the first 662 words, and once I get started, I can ramble for days. But now I want to shuck homework to write. Bad Lissa. I haven’t done it, as I’m hoping for some quality writing time either Friday night or Saturday morning (or both, depending on social events occuring, or not), where I can cough up some of these ideas running in circles in my brain (I’m not, by any means, an organized writer).…

Two of my profs, back to back, used brand-new dry erase markers in class. Now I have a headache, my tummy hurts, and I’m curiously exhausted, despite the fact that I got a decent amount of sleep last night. My Comp Arch team and I had a shit-ton of fun cussing out professors during our meeting this evening. We also requested an extension from our prof so that we can actually have some time to do a good job on this particular milestone. We are so close to having a very good processor, but having to turn in something shitty this week could hurt our grade unduly. Unduly because we’re…