Stop the World, I'd Like to Get Off

Way too fast. Things going way too fast. Time is going too fast. Nothing else is, really. Other than maybe my sanity. It's almost the weekend already. What a week. So tired. Don't have everything done. Concerned about so many things. Happy at the same time as tired and upset. Things too strange. Wish I knew and understood the formula for the Consistency Index. That would make life easier. Or at least my Bio lab report easier. Got an e-mail from my adviser today saying that I should go talk to Steve Black because I'm not doing as well in Bio as I should be, or had been, or something. I'm passing, but could improve, apparently. I'm confused. What's going on here? Why am I getting this message? I didn't do that badly on the midterm, just one bar below average. True, I've scored higher on every other midterm since genetics, but still. It's not that bad! I think that maybe it was my abysmally bad lab report, but then Meg hasn't gotten any similar messages. There's a difference in that I'm a Bio major and Meg is an English major, but that couldn't really be the reason, because I haven't indicated in any formal way that I'm going to be a Bio major, and my adviser is an English prof! I don't know. I don't know about a lot of things at this point. I just know I'm tired, I'm still a little angry about that letter, and I don't have everything done. I also know that sleep makes everything better. Goodnight everybody.