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This is ridiculous. I'm such an overachiever that the one bad grade I get on a history paper freaks me out like no other. We got our Birth of Europe papers back today, and granted, I wasn't too pleased about the paper when I turned it in, but the grade still bothered me. Of course I then got really mad and wrote an exasperated email to my mom about how maybe I wasn't meant to be a history major in the first place, and maybe I'd fail at school and would have to drop out, because my work ethic has gone down lately (only sort of, the fault of too much Amelie and South Park for our own good), or at least I'd have to transfer, and, and...
So I overreacted a bit, and now I'm just mad at myself and at the stupid Crusades that made this paper so hard to write in the first place. I just wish I weren't so focused on work and being such an overachiever.
In other news, I:
1. have a stress fracture in my right foot from running in Birkenstocks. Went to DUH about 4 weeks ago when it started hurting, and the doctor said, "Oh, we can't see any fractures, so you must have just strained it. Wear this boot and ice it a lot and it should get better." HA. On Wednesday I went back to see an orthopedic specialist because, surprise, it wasn't getting better. They took a second X-ray and showed me the calcium deposits that meant it was healing from a stress fracture or something like that. So I guess it's not their fault they didn't see the fracture the first time (apparently it takes up to 19 days to show up), but still. No word on how long it'll take to get better, but definite word on how long the swelling will take to go down: ONE YEAR. Totally ridiculous.
2. went to the opera with Amelie last Thursday on a whim. We saw Aida, which was so fantastic because they went all out, with real horses onstage and everything. We were consistently late (missed the train, missed the subway, missed getting to our seats before the house lights were down by 30 seconds) but managed to see the majority of it, and spent intermissions wandering around looking at all the swanky older people having dessert and champagne with their friends in the Met restaurant. Overheard from one of the women standing in the line for the bathroom: "Oh, to be 30 years younger and still look good!" Her friend: "Oh, I'd just want all that energy!"
3. supremely freaked out my friends by showing them Martina's facebook pictures of Geoff. They wanted to see if we really did look alike and so I pulled up some of the pictures, causing mass chaos and lots of shrieking. It was alarming, but also very, very funny.
So I overreacted a bit, and now I'm just mad at myself and at the stupid Crusades that made this paper so hard to write in the first place. I just wish I weren't so focused on work and being such an overachiever.
In other news, I:
1. have a stress fracture in my right foot from running in Birkenstocks. Went to DUH about 4 weeks ago when it started hurting, and the doctor said, "Oh, we can't see any fractures, so you must have just strained it. Wear this boot and ice it a lot and it should get better." HA. On Wednesday I went back to see an orthopedic specialist because, surprise, it wasn't getting better. They took a second X-ray and showed me the calcium deposits that meant it was healing from a stress fracture or something like that. So I guess it's not their fault they didn't see the fracture the first time (apparently it takes up to 19 days to show up), but still. No word on how long it'll take to get better, but definite word on how long the swelling will take to go down: ONE YEAR. Totally ridiculous.
2. went to the opera with Amelie last Thursday on a whim. We saw Aida, which was so fantastic because they went all out, with real horses onstage and everything. We were consistently late (missed the train, missed the subway, missed getting to our seats before the house lights were down by 30 seconds) but managed to see the majority of it, and spent intermissions wandering around looking at all the swanky older people having dessert and champagne with their friends in the Met restaurant. Overheard from one of the women standing in the line for the bathroom: "Oh, to be 30 years younger and still look good!" Her friend: "Oh, I'd just want all that energy!"
3. supremely freaked out my friends by showing them Martina's facebook pictures of Geoff. They wanted to see if we really did look alike and so I pulled up some of the pictures, causing mass chaos and lots of shrieking. It was alarming, but also very, very funny.