Crunch crunch crunch

It's finally finals week. I took my Family Law final this morning online. I have one left, tomorrow night, at 6pm. Pray for me. It's going to suck. A lot.
Of course, nothing can be worse than the final I took in Ethics last year. It took me three and a half hours. Which doesn't sound like much if you're in graduate school. But then, by the time I reach graduate school or even go on for my Bachelors, I'd like to hope I know most of this shit. I wrote out four essays for that final and answered god remembers how many short answer questions. Around essay number two I had to pee. Around essay number three I had to pee really really bad. I'm sure essay number four was the biggest piece of literary crap ever to have my name signed to it. I was tired, I had to pee (yes, this is for emphasis), and I couldn't put together a string coherent thoughts by then.
But, nevertheless, I am grateful to be in college. Most of it is paid for by the great state of Texas. Tomorrow I will be free for all of 12 days. Let's see how much hell I can achieve on such short notice. I've already got plans for Schlitterbahn. There's also plenty of laying around the house and knitting scheduled.
So I've been studying and doing the things I promised myself I would gradually do over the semester. Of course, I didn't do them. I knew I wouldn't, but I promised anyway. So much for not making promises I can't keep. I figure though it's okay if they're promises to myself.

Oh man. I need to do something mindless.