Tonight I sit here in my creative writing nonfiction class and I ‘m having such a hard time concentrating. I wish I’d stayed home instead of coming to class. I feel bad because I wasn’t as prepared as I’d normally have been. I had only fully read one of the two stories. I had only read about the first third of the second story and about the last third. I briefly skimmed through the middle section. I felt totally unprepared when it came to the quiz tonight. He asked three questions from each story. I had the first three down without a problem. But that second one is what really had gotten me. The first question I got without a problem only because I felt fortunate enough that right before the quiz I had just flipped the middle part of the story and had read that part. But the second question, I simply didn’t know. The third and final question I somewhat remember and I was glad I could get five out of the six correct. He only requires 5 correct questions when he asks these to get a 100%. I’m grateful for that.

In our class we are also supposed to workshop two students papers each week. Well, this week we were workshopping two of the professors papers. I felt terrible because I hadn’t read his papers either. I sat here reading one of his essays but hadn’t gotten to the other. When it came time to critique, of course the one I hadn’t read yet is the one we were workshopping first. I was given grief over this but I said, “At least I didn’t lie and say something about it when I hadn’t read it.” I think being honest is more important than just worrying about saying something.

I’m so glad this semester is almost over. I need it to be over. I only have class tomorrow, and then Monday and Wednesday of next week for my American Lit II class and my biology class, and then I only have one class left of creative writing after tonight. Then the following week is finals but I only have a final in American Lit class. I’m just so glad this semester is basically done.