Crunch time

I hate cell phones.
And I hate texting.

The reason I say this is this: Because of texting, two friends - one related and one not - are able to text me at 6:30 AM every other day this week, randomly saying 'Hi' and how much they appreciate me, thereby shutting off my alarm clock on my phone, enabling me to sleep through my 8am class of which I now have only 1 skip left before I fail the class.
Texting also allows my work to find me no matter where I am and inform me that, as one co-worker has the flu, and work now has a new policy of 'find your own replacement or work despite all adverse circumstances' if I don't come in, flu-infested-coworker will be making sandwiches.
now, neither of these things would be that big of a deal, except that I have been studying until 1am all this week trying to get stupid reading reports and weekly hermeneutic papers formatted correctly, and STILL haven't gotten the (at least) four books read that i then have to write book reviews on. Nor is this including time I must spend studying for Dr. Nazi's Final and Mrs. Math's second quiz and two weeks later the final.
Oh, and speaking of math, I HAVE to write this dumb extra-credit paper or else risk failing the class, because Amazon sort of forgot to send the textbook and my friend has generously lent me her math book when we can coordinate it, which isn't every week. Due to the laws of evilness out there, the weeks we CAN get homework done are not the weeks our dear professor collects homework. The weeks I'm unable to get math done just happen to be the weeks she collects.
But wait, there's more. The extra-credit paper is on Pierre de Fermat's final Theorem. Now, the only information I can find is some math hot-shots over-complicated explanation online riddled with calculus and complex expostulations that i don't understand, (I'm a language person, NOT a number person!!!) and the prof highly discourages web resources. Or a book at another library. not at our library, we're interested in theology, doctrine, history of the church, or music.
Can I pull my hair out, yet please?
I am working 15-20 hours a week, involved in 2 choirs (because I love music and need to have some kind of creative outlet or go crazy, and its a free music lesson twice a week), taking 5 classes, living cross-culturally, and have traveled across the country twice this semester during which times I got little to no homework done. My school is a "reading school" (which means they put emphasis on reading and writing reports on the reading) and is an extension of the seminary which was voted one of the toughest schools in the country (at least that's what my philosophy professor tells me). For one class i had 10 required textbooks and 10 more suggested readings. Now that WAS for Dr. Nazi's class; most of my classes require 3-5 books. However, they are books ranging from Milton's 'Paradise lost' and Augustine's "Confessions" to Francis Shaeffer's "The God Who Is There" to "the Closing of the American Mind"
And then my mom and professor ask me why I don't have time to organize a political club on campus. AAAAAAH!!!!
But lest you think i wallow in self pity, I did make two apple pies and deliver slices to the seminary side of the girls dorm, in which my dear friend bemoaned the 8 papers she has due, several of which are book reports, and English is her fourth language.
Having sent all that into the void, I am now off to see if I can find SOMETHING SOMEWHERE close by that will tell me in understandable terms who in blazes Fermat was and why my math teacher thought he would be a 'fun' assignment.