Important ANNOUNCEMENT. Not really.
DramaTweets
Personal purposes for posting this here. I'm usually found online than anywhere else. I lost my planner but I'm sure it's somewhere buried in my dump site of a room.
Sheyjule for last week as a junior (Yayyyy):
- Monday:
- Pass Book Critique, which I ripped off from someone on the internet. Machiavellian, schmelian. I have one million things to do. The end justifies the means for this occasion.
- Have letter for Bank signed by Prof and get format for reaction paper.
- Inform blockmates of reaction paper format for Finance.
- Send classmates codigo for reaction paper for Finance.
- Finish Finance Term Paper.
- Bring letter to bank in hopes that they don't turn us down.
- Meeting with Jfinex. Remind me again why I decided to become involved? LOL
- Do not forget to breathe.
- Tueday:
- Finalize whatever you need to finalize for Finance Term Paper (TP. Term Paper. Toilet Paper. Doesn't make a difference)
- Most likely going to school for some reason I know not of right now. I can just feel the vibes.
- Prepare signage for Loving Friends when they take the Quanti Finals on Wednesday.
- Wednesday:
- TRY to get up early to support loving friends during their 7.30 exam (7.30 AM. Hahaha)
- Try to finish Case Study for Law.
- Finish .ppt presentation for Finance defense on Friday
- Thurday:
- Study for IT exam.
- Friday:
- Pass Reaction Paper on Institutional Visit
- Pass Choosing a Bank chuva
- IT Exam on 9.00 AM.
- Defense Against the Dark Arts on 1.00 PM
- Meeting with Dr. Chavez RE: Summer OJT on 3.00 PM
- Pass Law Case Study.
Oh nyurrrrrr

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A Poem
Whose woods these are I think I know.
His house is in the village, though;
He will not see me stopping here
To watch his woods fill up with snow.
My little horse must think it queer
To stop without a farmhouse near
Between the woods and frozen lake
The darkest evening of the year.
He gives his harness bells a shake
To ask if there's some mistake.
The only other sound's the sweep
Of easy wind and downy flake.
The woods are lovely, dark and deep,
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep,
And miles to go before I sleep.


