I just finished typing my Psych 2 essay on critical incidents and trauma/stress-related mental illness. Woohoo. I'm pretty tired now. My head hurts.
I don't know if my paper's any good, but Amy's proofing it right now and then I'll put it to bed so I can go to a middle school for lunch in 30 minutes. Yahoo.
In this particular class it seems like I'd have to turn it a really rotten paper in order to get a less than great grade. Last month I turned in a mediocre paper two days late and still received a 95. What the heck? I was almost embarassed to get that grade on that stinky of a paper done late. Well, such is life. I guess I'll see if Amy's done proofing yet.
Blessings.
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