Friday afternoon was a loss, and I don't remember why. I think I was smoking crack or something, else I should remember. I got some notes done and gone through; the first 10 condensed pages of powerpoints - 17 pages of notes, equivalent - but I should've been able to get through all 30 pages of powerpoints.
Saturday morning was Curves, and then church for choirchimes, and then meeting with Dan Holly about house insurance, and then all of a sudden it was 3 PM and I was still waiting to do notes. Saturday night around 11:00 I realised that typing them out was doing me no good at all, considering that I couldn't remember what I had typed 5 minutes before. Resolving to make notecards on the pages I hadn't done, I buried myself in roleplay for a while.
A while became 2 AM. Which meant that all day Sunday (after I got up to go to church and finally forced myself to do something Productive at 3 PM) I was tired. Sleepy, even. And at midnight, I gave up and went to bed.
It showed. Pathology exam score: 60%.
That, my friends, is Bad. Anything below a 70 is bad, to begin with. Anything below a 65 is Bad. It's terrifying how tiny the jumps are. At least it didn't hit the Very Bad range, which is what I hit in Neuro and Anatomy last year. I think my Worst Score Ever is a 54% in Anatomy.
And then I did the math on my spreadsheet (I am such a nerd). To redeem my grade to passing, I need an 82% on the lab exam. My current lab exam average is 80%. So I'm going to have to put in a little extra effort, it seems.
However, if I count my attendance (sterling) and the probable high score on the autopsy report we're doing (almost guaranteed), I'm still passing and all I have to do is continue to pass. I vote for the 82%. I don't like having to count on little things to save my sorry ass.
Good things (must always think of Good Things to counter the Bad Things):
Was accosted at church on Sunday when I went to go give Jim a hug. "Kiki!" (I don't know why he calls me Kiki. He knows my name.) He's standing next to Jerry. And I say I don't want to interrupt, just giving out hugs. Here, Jerry, you need one too. Hugs were exchanged. Then Jim says, "Nykki can do it." And Jerry looks at him. "Want to sing a duet?" Jim says to me. What? "You can sing at the birthday celebration." What? "Not a duet," Jerry says. "She can sing it."
I'm singing. Next Sunday. "Thank you for giving to the Lord", to be precise. Which, for those of you who don't listen to Christian Pop Songs (neither do I, but this one is a performance favourite), is a 1988 song about the unrecognised consequences of giving with a whole heart. It's as sappy and sentimental as any Christian Adult Contemporary song seems to be required to be, but it is very well written and it makes me cry. The artist is Ray Boltz, who also did "Watch the Lamb" and "The Hammer" and "Awesome God" - in other words, he's very good, as far as Christian Contemporary goes.
Jerry's dropping off the accompaniment today.
Meeting Mom at 5 at Curves today.
Iwona's having a party tonight, because the Polish Dancers are leaving tomorrow. So we get to go to the Dash-In and drink and eat munchies.
Lowene just walked in the door and informed me that lab was cancelled. How awesome is that?
And on that note, I'm leaving.