I'm about to go into my last semester, and I'll hopefully be graduating in May.

I've done a plethora of assignments throughout those 4 1/2 years, mostly papers and articles as I'm majoring in English and Journalism.

So why, pray tell, have I not learned my lesson yet about doing things on time?

Today is my last day of classes. It's 4 am. I have 2 five page papers and 3 Biology labs that I need to have in 3 days ago.

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*Sigh. Every semester. Every. Semester. Every semester I do this. I don't do a damn thing the whole time and then the night before the last day of classes, I'm up all night doing everything.

I am a horrible fucking student. Absolutely horrible. I have no idea how I even managed a 3.0 this whole time and haven't failed out yet. I never failed a class but still. I have no idea.

Good thing I'm a decent writer otherwise this would suck.

Alright, gonna go make some more coffee now. Or buy some cocaine. Either or.

I might even have a final paper for a class. I don't know. I DON'T EVEN KNOW. I can't find the syllabus. I'm a joke. My college career is an absolute joke. I fucking hate school.

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Please don't scold me. I know I'm a failure at life. Iz okay. I still have some redeeming qualities.