It's about this time that I realize that the pieces don't fall into place, the understanding won't come when you need to make that extra half-mile, and my brain is a useless hunk of slime. There's just too much work - and not enough time.
I spent two.5 hours tonight working on a project due for Real next week, because my partner won't be here over break to work on it. So I lost some more time for the take-home. I don't think I've ever been more intimidated by a class in my entire life. As in "paralyzed by fear of being wrong." Fucking a - I just need to suck it up, take a nap, and get back on the horse. Who am I kidding - this horse has been dead for a long time.
I hate myself for not working on this more beforehand - although I doubt it would have helped much.