Not really. But I feel like it.
Remember my last post when I was feeling sick? That turned into a full fledged, all out, absolute worst cold of my life.
I can't breathe.
I can't stop coughing. And sneezing. I'm that annoying person who coughs her way through other people's oral presentations in class.
I have gone through so many tissues in the past few days.
I'm taking Sudafed and it's doing NOTHING.
I'm sucking on cough drops like they're candy.
I'm eating a lot of oranges. I'm drinking a lot of hot drinks.
The cold weather does nothing to help, of course. Damn you, London!
Finals are upon us, folks. The library is crowded and there is a general sense of stress and panic in the air. However, things are different here in London than they are in the States.
No one is studying. That's because my school clearly has no idea what a test is. All finals are composed of a paper or a presentation. In fact, in every single one of my classes, my entire grade for the class is comprised of one presentation and one paper. That's it. For the entire semester. If you mess up, you're screwed. Comforting, isn't it?
So far, I've given three presentations. They've all gone swimmingly. I have one more to do on Thursday.
I have four papers due in the next ten days. One of those papers will be the easiest assignment of my life and will probably take me about 42 minutes to do. Another paper is merely a continuation of the presentation I gave in that class. No big deal. The other two papers will actually require some effort, but 1800 words is nothing, so I'm not worried (That's for my women's lit class, the other essay has no word count requirement, but should be around 1500.).
I've been listening to Glee's version of "Baby, It's Cold Outside" on repeat lately. What are your favorite Christmas songs?
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