am scrambling to save my arse for the exams.
will not say much, or i'll get into a serious whining session on why i need to scramble to save my arse. when i whine, there's a chance of it spiraling out of hand. i may say things worse than "piss on your grave" and may possibly end up being threatened by a defamation act.
in short, my scrambling boils down to a probable cause of lack of communication between an assistant prof and an assoc prof. irony irony.
got my first B+. shitty. that fat bloody B+ for that course that i need to scramble around for. shucks.
why on earth do they merge journo, ebm and imc all together? two hundred and three is a bad number.