It is the best of times, it is the worst of times.
Not so much because of the work, in fact, it's a little bit easier if you ask me.
But because of the sudden and clear lack of motivation. For everything.
93 days, including weekends and spring break, until graduation.
Unfortunately this lack of motivation is evident and very hard to recover from.
For example, in English we are (supposed to be) reading The Tale of Two Cities.
I. Hate. Dickens.
And apparently my hate has validated my refusal to participate. In my own mind, at least.
We've been given almost 3 weeks to read completely through Book Two. There's a test on it next Tuesday, first period.
Where am I, you ask?
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Before you freak out, I'm only 464 pages behind. That's easily read on a rainy Sunday afternoon. Kind of.
I hope you're being more productive than I am.
xoxo, Ali
P.S.
After posting this, my friend Monica saw it and was disturbed by the immense amount of work ahead of her (and I).
In order to lighten spirits in the face of our impending doom, I created the following mathematical expression to comfort us in the worst of times.
