I was sitting in class today thinking of all the stuff I have to do this week before I leave for Orange this weekend and Indiana next weekend and was literally going crazy. At one point, I had to leave class and go outside and just sit on a step and pray for a bit of peace and calm. I'm just really nervous about the two tests I have this week; if I do well on them, I'm set for the rest of the semester, however, if I do poorly on them, I've pretty much screwed my scholarship. So, lots of pressure. At the break (because my class is three hours long) I went up to my professor and told him I couldn't concentrate and I was going crazy and asked if I could leave class early. He let me, which is awesome because I came home and wrote an essay for my other English class. Now I'm wasting time writing a blog when I should be studying for my accounting test.
My ENTIRE family is in Cancun, and I'm stuck in Tucson stressing about the means of two independed or dependent variables making up a sample size that describes the Z-value of a proportion. Fun.
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Who's going to cut us off from Jesus' love? Will hassle manage it? Or pressure? Will us getting victimized cut the tie? Or will starvation do it? Or hypothermia? Or cancer? Or aggro? Or an Uzi 9 mm? Romans 8:35-39
2 comments:
I hear Cancun is lame anyway.
Z variables have feelings too.
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