Back to work

My boss has been in Lansing most of the week so I've been fucking around with "government jobs" the whole time. On Tuesday, I finished a couple problems for class, Wednesday, I wrote one of my papers, and today, I formated everything. Something's boogered up with my email as a couple of my attachments were nothing but gibbereish. I claimed "female problems" and spit at 3pm so I could go home and get them. I have to quit cutting things so short. Next week is my last finance class. The entire class is is a semi-coma. I don't think anyone can comprehend another formula, or rather attempt to figure out what the hell my prof is saying. His accent is so thick that I spend most of my energy just trying to understand him, let alone absorp. On break, Steve was trying to finish his homework when he got trapped by Evelyn. She was trying to figure out how to use the GPA calculator as she's on academic probation. He did the calcualtions for her and I guess she has to get mostly A's for the duration of the program in order to get her degree. How the hell she got accepted is beyond me. You get what you put in and she has been doing the bare minimum. She told Steve that she doesn't even bother with the individual assignments, only the team projects as she doesn't want to let the members down. I laughed as SHe was in my team for two terms and didn't do shit. Not only that, but you couldn't reach her to tell her that she needed to complete her segments. She would always magically appear though the day of a group presentation or when a team paper was handed in. In all, she has been in a team at least once with everyone in the class and no one wants her back. I'm frightened to see what happens next term.
No news yet out of my mom. I will sit and speculate as to why and will always wind up trying to figure out what I did wrong. I'm sure I will always do it but it pisses me off. I guess in way, it's a blessing as she gets nagging me about taking time off and blah blah. It's not as though I don't want to- I FUCKING CAN'T! She never went to college, let alone grad school and has no idea how much I have to do. When I first told her that I was going for my masters, she was pretty fired up, but now that I can't drop everything and go antiquing or shopping- I'm wearing myself out. I must have a black cloud over my head because I feel the need to bitch about all of these other people who never went to college but are the first to tell you how to manage your time. My MIL is carrying on about all that. Gotta run- Toodles