Aack
Today I dropped a class - my advisor's class, in fact. On Gratian. I wanted to finish out the semester with the three I need to get my degree, the classes that will be more in line with the things I want to study. It's not the best solution ever. I don't want to do this. I hate dropping classes. I feel so ... weak.
There's really nothing for it, though. When preparing for that particular class, I've been regularly breaking down into tears and having panic attacks. Besides which, I don't think I can physically stand continuing doing the reading for five classes, four of them graduate level.
My stupid health continues on its decline, the weather continues to be ass cold and windy. It's beautiful here in New York. I want to go back to Austin.
There's really nothing for it, though. When preparing for that particular class, I've been regularly breaking down into tears and having panic attacks. Besides which, I don't think I can physically stand continuing doing the reading for five classes, four of them graduate level.
My stupid health continues on its decline, the weather continues to be ass cold and windy. It's beautiful here in New York. I want to go back to Austin.