Light at the End

Every single time I think about the future I always think, "This hell I'm in will all be over soon." Somehow that never seems to be the case. So Dancer's Symposium is finally over - it was awesome, I didn't mess up on Saturday. Classes are finally over.
So why do I feel like I still have a crapload of work to do? I have to do enviro still, of course. I also have to grade the last batch of statics homework.
I finished my research project for History of Clothing last night at 3 am. It really shouldn't haven taken so long, but I got distracted by reading about Henry VIII and his six wives, quite fascinating really. Did you know that that middle aged letch married a girl who was only 15? A 15 year old who was already experienced in that way since the age of 12? A little gross, don't you think? But then, most of them only lived to be 40 years old when they died, and most of them were really sickly (Bloody Mary had a tumor in her stomach). O yes, and the only one of his wives that modern people would consider particularly attractive was the one that Henry VIII divorced because she was too ugly (Ugly meaning that she was tall and thin, kind of like a supermodel).
But yes, I was up till 3 am, and now I have to hand in the project and work in studio until god knows when, meet with Sheldon to receive the C I'm probably getting in studio and then going to help my student with a statics crash course review. Fun!