I'm really done in ten days?

The List:

(Days 1-8)
+ Write 5 pages on Ovid's Metamorphoses for the professor too lazy to grade more than ten pages of writing per student per semester.
+ Write 7 pages on Estonia and Latvia and meditate on how I know very little of Russian history but A LOT about these two remarkably insigificant nations. Also, plan ways to slaughter Joan Afferica, because she's simply too annoying to live.
+Write 3-5 pages on Korean culture. Anticipate an A. Not much of a leap at this point.
+Study for quiz on Korea with L. Anticipate yet another A. Sense trend.
+At some point, attend East Asian cultural events and/or watch films in Chinese & Japanese or about China and Japan and write silly one-page summaries for that class I might actually get an A in.
+Plan/execute annual Christmas party with L, N, and E. Also, wrap presents. Also, buy wrappings for said wrapping of presents.
+Study a lot for that one final I have.

(Day 9)
+Take final, attempt to pass.
+Pack.
+Watch Buffy.

(Day 10)
+Home again home again, jiggity jig. Anticipate merrier holiday season than last year. Sleep.

(O Finalstime, I love thee!)

Am I the only who sometimes obsessively compares the current day with last year's, based on the lj entry for that date?

Anyway. Accomplished today:

+5 pages of utter crap on Estonia and Latvia. I anticipate much revision for this baby.
+A 9pm sit-ups break with L, to battle the finals-time stomach roll.
+A great deal of confusion in my mental world.

Attending three more days of classes really isn't okay with me right now. I'm in a zone, and I'd like to stay there. I'd like to stay up and work late because that's when I get smart, but 9am classes are getting in my way. Unnecessary distractions, they are. Perhaps I'll bring my books and write outlines during class tomorrow. Hmm.

(But this is the place I go to this time of the semester, where pressure weighs down and I focus on one thing and one thing only, and go just a little mad. [We all go a little mad sometimes.] In that masochistic way of mine I like it here. Everything is both dulled and sharper, it's quiet and safe. It also has an end, and I like endings, they are bookmarks with which I separate the pages of my life. And that metaphor was so laughable I'm shutting up now, good night.)