Often the week before finals week is referred to as "hell week." I would have to agree. And maybe I could blame this week on the weather, stress of school, or the lack of a boyfriend in my life. Whatever it was that causes hell week is something that I loathe. 

I'm not implying that I had to walk on hot coals or encounter Satan himself (although I do have a few questions for him) I think that weeks like this one happens so that we can learn to appreciate the good ones. And now as I look back, all these thing that have happened have been pretty funny. And if you're not laughing, well than you're crying. And nobody likes that mess.

Let's start with Tuesday. There were a few people in my econ class that were going on about missing graphs on our last test. I was freaking out and nearly in tears (actually I did cry a little). I have done very well in that class and I didn't want to mess my grade and all that. I went up and talked to Kerry after class. He put my mind to rest by telling me that I would probably be just fine. This added stress piled on top of everything else put me in that state of mind when you just need to cry. You know that feeling?? No fun. Anyway, right after that class I had to leave for work. I was riding with one of my friends and we were talking about our days and such and I was explaining to her how I was feeling when the following conversation happened.

Me, "You know when you are in the mood for a good cry? That's where I'm at right now."
Her, "I totally get you girl."
I responded completely serious with a deadpan face, "I scheduled one on Friday, but I ran out of time and missed it."
Uncontrollable laughter on her part.

I mean you do have to admit that it was pretty funny. It helped relieve stress getting that out. I am a firm believer that laughing is a better stress relief over crying. 

I guess since we are on the economics train we may as well keep riding it all the way to the end of the tracks. There have been rumors floating around in the business department that Kerry drops the lowest test on your final grade. He wouldn't admit to that no matter how often and who asked. All semester this has been a mystery to me. and I never really knew what was going to happen. Thursday was the last day of class, he talked about the final, but he failed to tell us when it was due. So that evening I asked him when it was due and what my current grade was. He responded and I quote.

"Maybe. Your current grade is an A."

What am I supposed to make of that. Maybe, freaking maybe? What the fiddle sticks. I was very upset. I was raging all over my apartment. I'm pretty sure that my roommates think that I am clinically insane. One of them kept telling me to calm down. But I wasn't about that business. So I kept on with making my fearsome animal noises. I was really upset all evening. Can you blame me? It is frustrating when people play mind games. Like for real. just give me a straight up answer.  

So I continued stressing out and fearing for my poor little grade. Until this afternoon. He emailed the class and said that he will drop the lowest test score. Well my lowest score was a 93%... So I don't have to take this final. Although knowing me I probably will. I have a fear that I will fail because the professor will change their minds and I will have missed the deadline. 

This is the drama from just one class this week. I could tell you how savage I am with business law, or how much my accounting class stresses me out. Buuuuuuuuutt I really need to work on these finals... 

So adieu for now.

--Aubree