Whine

My day wasn't going to be that bad. It started out fairly well. I took my Spanish final, aced it, then went to the grassy bowl to study Immunology. That was nice. Then I went to lunch. I thought that lunch opened at 11:00, but apparently it didn't. So I went and checked my mail, then I remembered that I needed to fill out an application for graduation. So I did that and it asked me to list the classes that I needed to take my last semester. So I did that but I wasn't sure I had them all so I went to check with Dr. Hartz. That was a bad thing. She was tallying up all the classes that I had taken and she told me that I only had 10 hours in my biology electives and I needed 16. That was not good because I'm taking Biochem and Ecology next fall and they are both very hard lab sciences. And next spring I'm taking Senior Seminar and Selected Topics in Chem to finish my minor. Squeezing in an extra 6 hours of biology electives is not as easy as it sounds. So I went to my room to get my paperwork and see if she was right. Then I ran around like a chicken with its head cut off, harassing all the professors to see if they had any ideas and if they would let me do research for them. It was stressful. Not what I needed when I still have 4 finals to go. After about three hours I finally decide to do research with Dr. Hill in the fall and take Molecular in the spring. Drs. Hill and Hartzell are haggling over what Dr. Hill can make me do that will count for biology and not-so-much with the chem, when Dr. Hartz decides to find out what she was thinking when she told me that the schedule we had planned was fine. So we go to the registrar to get my folder and when she looks at it she realises that I came in before they revamped the program so I only need 10 hours of electives. After three hours. During finals week. When I have five finals. I was unhappy. But relieved. But still unhappy. So all that stress got directed towards my Analytical ACS standardized final that I'm taking tomorrow at 8 am that I cannot study too much for. This is not going to be a good week.