It was half the work as normal with a few more days than normal (thanks to it being the end of term and Thanksgiving).
I didn't do one.
I don't know.
That's not me. I always turn in my work. Frequently, I do a rough draft and a final draft for my regular weekly math problems and turn them in 24 hours in advance. I'm that student.
I didn't do them.
I have a final on Wednesday.
I looked at the review problems. Nothing makes sense.
It's not that I haven't understood this class. After all assignments, quizzes, and the midterm, I have around a 98.4%. I got a 98.46% on my midterm. I'm not clueless.
But I am.
Luckily, no nausea today. No vomiting.
I think I'll just start relearning everything with the review problems. Maybe it will click?
Can I just quit all of this and go hide in Tobbit in the middle of Kentucky?
Side notes: I'm in communication with my professor and she's great and supportive. We're seeing how I do these next few days. I'm not worried about the long-term. I know I'll be all healed up. I also know that time will do wonders, so I'm patient for that. The only thing that's sort of complicated with this final. Beyond that, all is chipper and dandy.
My experience is not unusual.
I don't write from a place of hopelessness. I'm fine or know I'll be fine. Right now, I'm just using my blog as a place to sort out emotions. Some are a lot more down than others.