It's Finally Over!

I just finished my last final. No falling asleep this time, which is a good thing because I need as much brain power as possible for chemistry. I did however forget to bring my calculator. I was just about to freak out in the middle of the test as my brain started to explode from staring at a log for too long and willing it to become a solution when I noticed the girl next to me was done with her calculator and was doing the essay portion. I debated trying to ask her for it but decided that that would look suspiciously like I was trying to talk with someone during a test... go figure. So, I did what any self-respecting person in desperate need of a calculator would do, I asked the professor to borrow it from her and give it to me. And it worked! After a few seconds with the calculator I was done and ready to go. Woohoo! Oh and yay for Dr. Ziegler giving us all the equations, I would have been screwed otherwise. So, I think I did decently.

So now all my stressful worrying can be directed away from this semester and towards the next. Time to start packing hardcore for Florida. 3 days away!!!!

Huggles!

Yawn

It's probably a bad thing when you fall asleep in the middle of a final right? And to make it worse, it's the second time that it has happened this week. It's getting rather absurd to tell you the truth. I'm simply bored to tears by this system of education. It's so pointless. None of it will ever really be useful to me, and I can pass without studying or worrying or really even trying. But this mentality of mediocrity is really starting to scare me. It's not like me to take such a lax attitude towards education. I'm not sure I actually have any A's this semester... To my credit, I don't have any C's either but my standards appear to be slipping. I hope I can dig in my heels and bring myself back to normal next semester... It's simply so hard when I'd rather be at work learning biology hands on, or with my friends living life, or rescuing ducklings from a death trap.

Which brings me to my next item of extreme annoyance. Because the cemetary refused to fix that friggin concrete monstrosity that they call a pond, there is again a family of mallards stuck in it. We have been monitoring it every morning and evening since the geese starting nesting and I'd been amazed that they had gone this long without going into this pond but last night just as the thunderstorm struck, we discovered 4 ducklings huddled piteously under mothers hunched down figure on the fountain pad in the middle of the rain. Since we couldn't do anything in the rain and the dark, we came back in the morning and put in a ramp. But due to the fact that dad had to get to work and I had an exam, we had to leave before we could see if they recognized it as an escape route. I even managed to scoop one exhausted baby up from the edge and tried to lure the mother to the ramp with it but because of this society's obsession with time I had to leave which meant putting the duckling back where it would be safest, in the pond with mom... So if any of them die, I will feel doubly guilty because I had one safe in my arms and was not able to protect it. It hurts me to listen to the frantic calls from mother to duckling as they desperately try to find a safe, warm spot where they can sit and rest before again swimming themselves to the point of exhaustion trying to find a way out of this man made hell hole. It truly is cruel and tortuous and should not be allowed to exist!

I cannot bear waiting until my last final is over to go and see if they made it safely out. If they haven't I'll probably be going for a rather chilly swim, assuming they haven't perished in the meantime. This is killing me...

Huggles for the flightless plumpies...