HTML final tonight. I blew it. No really, I don't just think I blew it, I blew it. I spent the entire day practicing at home, everything was working fine. I was confident and it was OPEN BOOK! Yeah. Just keepin it real, a genius I am not.
So, I'm working feverishly on the first page of four that we have to build, nothing is working. I can't get a stupid photo to show up. Simple stuff like that. I look up and realize I have been struggling with page one for an hour and a half. I laugh out loud, the desperate laugh of someone who has been racing to the docks only to find out her ship has sailed without her. It's still in sight, but really, it's gone. People are staring. I have one hour left for the other three pages.
I decide to move on. The next page makes my eyes glaze over, something about tables. I try some stuff. Again, nothing works. The clock ticks loudly (not really, it just seems that way).
I watch as what is left of my mind slowly circles the drain.
With 20 minutes left and 3 pages undone, I finally decide to stop the torture. That's right, I gave up.
I. gave. up.
I had an A in that class. Good-bye Deans list.
Photoshop exam tomorrow night. Lets hope that my brain returns before then. Either way, this wretched semester is history. I'm going to bed. Hopeing for better luck tomorrow.