I've just been fried with school. I spent ALL last weekend studying for Monday's Mammalogy lab final (names, skulls, and skins of about 150 species, and got the high grade!) and finishing my humongous gigantic research paper on the minimum viable population size of Snake River prairie falcons. Monday finished out my Mammalogy lab.
On Tuesday, I had my last BS interdisciplinary class, and turned an equally BS assignment for it. I also did my GIS assignment and worked on my Population Ecology lab, and studies like hell for my Anatomy lab final. Also, our internet went down that morning and we didn't get it back until this morning. It was probably for the best.
On Wednesday, I went to a job workshop, took my huge ugly Anatomy final (blood, the heart, the respiratory system, the digestive system, the renal system, and the reproductive system) which finished my anatomy labs, went to the last Soil Stewards meeting of the year (in which I got up on a chair and gave an anti-campagin speech, begging everyone not to vote for me because Claudia nominated me out of spite and revenge), and then went to Pullman. My Aunt Jodi and Uncle Jeff were there on business, and Tyler and I went and spent about 2 hours with them at dinner and 3 talking in their hotel room. I miss my family. I hadn't seen them in ages.
Today I had my last history class (the plague AND Joan of Arc!) and my last mammalogy class (we talked about snot). Then I came back to the house and frantically tried to finish my two population ecology lab assignments that I hadn't had a single scrap of time to do the whole previous week, went to lab (last one), turned them in, did an in-class assignment, and came back here.
I'm still really stressed out. The problem with me is that I get so keyed up and strung out when I'm in high academic stress mode that it's hard for me to drop it. When I come home at the end of the semester, it takes me DAYS to relax again. I hate it, but I don't know what to do about it. Even now, I just have one assignment tomorrow that's already done, but I'm hyper-alert, freaked, nervous, shaking, heart racing, sick to my stomach, bad headache, and it's going to take me ages to sleep. I wish I knew a better way to tell my subconscious that it's going to be okay.