exhaustion beyond conceivable belief

First things first, I don't like pity. Not from myself or anyone else. But I do admit that it has a bit of a kick to it sometimes. I pitied myself a week and a half ago after experiencing some of the worst group activities I've ever had the misfortune to experience in my life, so I said yes when my aunt asked me if I would come with her for an outing. The pity itself was just an appetizer. The outing and all the adventure that came with it were the main rewards. Despite this, I also admit that it might've have been a premature decision college-wise. Because now I have three activities, two of which are presentations, that I have to cram for the next six hours.