To all the people in my courses at school: Chill the fuck out already. You're harshing my mellow.
Seriously...no one in this place wants you to fail (except me once in a while when I'm feeling particularly vicious, but that doesn't last long, I swear). None of the profs want to flunk you out. If you didn't do it right the first time, YOU. GET. A. REWRITE.
Although I suppose that this, coming from the one who has been dubbed Hermione, is scant comfort. Um...but yeah. Stop with the freaking out, mmmkay? Because then I start to freak out, thinking I missed something...and THAT...well, if Momma ain't happy, ain't no one happy. Capeesh? Aiight then. Carry on.
Love and kisses,
PS. If anyone can come up with an assessment activity for a literature lesson comparing "The Gingerbread Man" with "The Stinky Cheese Man" before 1030 tomorrow morning, please send it along. It's freaking me the fuck out that I can't get something together.