
This semester has been so trying. I can't remember the last time I felt so wrung out, even though I know that realistically I worked more and slept less during the HSC a few years back. When did doing work become such a hard thing for me?
I'm so ready for this semester to be over. I'm unreasonably angry that we only have three weeks worth of winter break, even though I know that's all we ever get. Why give us four months worth of summer holidays and then only three weeks for winter? It seems a little ridiculous. I'd gladly trade a couple of weeks off summer to get some extra break time in the winter. I know that three weeks is not going to be long enough for me to properly recuperate from all the stress I've felt this semester taking on more hours than I'm used to.
I'm wound tight as a spring too, waiting to hear back from the exchange office, now I've handed all my forms in. I know that realistically, we won't hear back from them for around 6-8 weeks (so, when we go back next semester). But it's killing me, sitting on my bum, waiting, not being able to do or hear anything. It enters my mind at least three times a day. I know I'll probably be crushed if I don't even get into my first preference, never mind if I don't get to go at all. But that's what I'd deserve for letting myself get stupidly excited about these things and convincing myself I have a chance.
... I don't really know where I'm going with this entry so I'll quit while I'm ahead.
ETA: Oh right, I am fucked for tomorrow's final. Technically, it's only 11:30pm, I could stay up later and do some last minute cramming. But instead I am choosing to get a full night's sleep over possibly making the difference between passing/failing Spanish. (If I can sleep.) I wonder what this says about my priorities.