My academic week has sucked ass. I bombed my quantum exam from Wednesday. I haven't gotten the grade back yet because I had to miss class this morning but I know I bombed it. Everything I studied wasn't on the exam. I bombed my presentation this afternoon. I got about half way through it and totally lost my train of thought and couldn't remember where I was going with anything that I was talking about. Luckily the only people that showed up for it were the professor and the "physics posse" (Grant, Lauren, and Mike who I hang out with on a regular basis at school because we are all huge physics geeks). Then I go to meet with my director of my undergraduate research (we meet every Friday at the same time) and he forgot about our meeting. He showed up about twenty minutes late. He asked if there was anything that I needed to talk to him about, I didn't have anything, so he told me that we'd meet next week. Ugh. I'm not a happy camper.