Oct 20, 2005 21:50
Yeah, so apparently I'm writing in here. Well. I'm pretty sure that everyone is sick of listening to me complain, so here I am.
Stress. That word seems like a joke. I thought stress was senior year when I worked 5 days a week and was doing college applications and doing homework all at once. I WISH that was stress. I got back to school Sunday night, had 3 classes Monday morning, came back, studied for accounting, and had my exam at 4:30. The minute I got back from my exam, I started studying for apparel production Tuesday which was the most freaking obnoxious exam ever, but I won't get into it now. So in the midst of a huge breakdown after I had gotten a parking ticket, I called my mom as I was walking back from the commuter lot because there were no spots in the upperclassman lot (but its justified that I get a parking ticket?) and decided I had to drop a class because 18 credits is just too much when you're a fashion merchandising major. I actually dropped 1 of my easier classes but I had already put so much work into my other ones that I couldn't drop them now. So after I got my back to my dorm, I studied non-stop until 3:30 am. I woke up at 11:30 and studied until 3:30 when my exam was. After that I wrote my 11 page paper for my retailing project until it was very late and I was still extremely tired. Wednesday I handed in my project and came back to my dorm after my classes (from 10-5:45) and worked on my 5 page lit paper and some other things until again, it was very late. This morning I woke up and put the finishing touches on my apparel project before class, which took me approximately 50 hours to complete. I came back from class and went through a huge process trying to get my nutrition stuff back. Finally, I did, and did my nutrition project. I worked on my paper. It is now 1 am and I still have 3 pages left on my paper, and I need to study for my retailing midterm tomorrow. So, that is stress. Literally, I have no spare moments in my life. I don't have time to relax, take a nap, go to the gym, shower sometimes.. it is the most insane thing I've ever experienced. And yes, this is probably one of the worst weeks, but even still, I don't feel like a human. I feel like a robot because I never stop working and I never have a moment to enjoy my life. I'm exhausted, I'm stressed out beyond belief, I have no time to take care of myself, and I'm not happy.
I haven't even had time to worry about Towson stuff. It doesn't seem real to me that I'm going there next semester because I haven't had time to think about it. I'm a mess, seriously. I just don't feel like anything anymore. It is so crazy, this is not normal and it's not healthy. Thank God Emily and Stacy are coming this weekend I need to have some fun and be happy for a while. After they leave I'm going to get 2 projects done and do my accounting HW this weekend, it's extremely ambitious but I need to do it because I have too much else to worry about.
Ugh, that's it. I'm just stressed and exhausted and I think this is so unfair because I don't deserve to have to be doing work all the time. Arrr... and fashion merchandising is supposed to be and "easy" major.. ha.