Fear of Failing
It's around 11 pm. I did perhaps one thing today and that needs to be rewritten because my group members don't approve. That's okay. I'm not mad at them. It was a horrible job. Incoherent. Much like my life as of now.
I'm sick. I'm getting worse by the moment. I'm hoping to go to health services and them telling me I have something horrible so that I can justify pushing my way with 2 incompletes. Yes, I worked hard this semester, and it's all going to shambles because I've been sick for the past two weeks.
I'm not sure if I can convince these two profs that I need/deserve an extension/incomplete. This semester has been horrible. I hope never to repeat such poor performance ever again.
If there is a God, He certainly hates me. Perhaps this falls under the spectrum of the greater good. This is perhaps some test and I'm failing miserably. I just hope to pass this semester.
I'm sick. I'm getting worse by the moment. I'm hoping to go to health services and them telling me I have something horrible so that I can justify pushing my way with 2 incompletes. Yes, I worked hard this semester, and it's all going to shambles because I've been sick for the past two weeks.
I'm not sure if I can convince these two profs that I need/deserve an extension/incomplete. This semester has been horrible. I hope never to repeat such poor performance ever again.
If there is a God, He certainly hates me. Perhaps this falls under the spectrum of the greater good. This is perhaps some test and I'm failing miserably. I just hope to pass this semester.