It’s a Saturday night now, and I feel like crawling up in bed.  After my post on Wednesday night, I didn’t get better, even after taking some medication.  I struggled through studying for my Linguistics final.  Yesterday morning during that final, my mind was so blurry and clogged, but I tried my best.  I just feel horrible about it because at last minute, I switched the answers of two questions, which were wrong; the answers I put at first were the correct ones.  I can’t believe I did that.  I guess it’s because I wasn’t thinking straight.  Either way, I can’t change it now, because it’s part of the past.  But the bad feeling of what I did stuck with me for hours on afterwards.

Today I had to go to the doctor, because my cold severely increased to the point where it hurt too much to even talk, since my sore throat had gone up a high amount.  The doctor said because I took the antibiotics too early, that’s why my cold got worse.  Taking the antibiotics had caused my good bacterias to die while killing the bad ones.  She prescribed me some medication, but all I’ve been taking today is DayQuil, since it’s non-drowsy.  I have my Women’s Studies final due on BlackBoard really soon…

…and I also have to take my Art History final.  Which, something nightmarish happened.  Thursday morning I got an e-mail from my Art History professor, where she congratulated her students for taking the final the night before.  I blinked once, and then I blinked twice.  It took me a while to get what she had just written across my mind.  Then, I started freaking out.  If her e-mail was actually real and not a hallucination, then that means that the final had passed me by, and I missed it, and it wasn’t actually on the 22nd.

But how could that be?  In mid-November, my professor had stated that the final would be on the 22nd, and I wrote it down on my notes.  When she changed the date of it, I have no idea. I can’t believe it.  This never happened to me before.  I never heard her announce that it would be on the 15th.  I felt like I was losing my mind.

I messaged my professor immediately, and thankfully, she teaches another class, and their final is on Tuesday, the 21st, so she said I should take it then.  So hopefully by Tuesday I’ll be done with all my finals.  But, I still can’t believe that something like this happened to me.  I felt like I was getting Punk’d, but then I came back to my senses, and even then, the truth was hard to swallow.  It felt so unreal.  But I know it’s real, because the e-mail is not a lie.