Fuck.
Fuck. It's the week before finals.
My grades aren't as good as I'd like them to be. I failed my last Math Physics test, but apparently a lot of people did, since he gave us a take home retest.
My Linear Algebra grade sucks because my partner hasn't been turning in our labs because we've had trouble printing them... And he never told me, specifically, that he didn't turn them in.
My sister moved out of my dad's. His 30 day rehab did shit. Sadly, Chaos, my puppy, is still there. My sister said that she walked in one night and found him trembling, terrified, in the hallway, with a drunken father screaming at him. When she told my mother about it and said that she needed to take him back to her house, she said, "I'll see what I can do."
I dion't know where I'm going to live. Certainly not with my father. My mom's insane and has no spare room, and a tiny house, but if I don't move in with her she might not take Chaos back. So I could move in with my grandparents, but they have no internet. Now, that may seem like a small thing, but without internet, I have literally NOTHING TO DO. No friends are around there. My sister works ALL DAY, and then goes to her boyfriend's. I have no car.
I have no money to even get my license still, and if I lived in Country Lakes, I'd have no way to even get a job.
I think the tinea versicolor on my skin is spreading.
Fuck fuck fuck.
I hope I can get into the Summer Fellows program: helping Dr. Riley study low energy particles this summer and making 3,000 dollars on campus. But I'd be all alone, on campus, all summer. No family or friends... No dog.
Fucking fuckity fuck.
At least I did all of my work for the next week. Sigh.
My grades aren't as good as I'd like them to be. I failed my last Math Physics test, but apparently a lot of people did, since he gave us a take home retest.
My Linear Algebra grade sucks because my partner hasn't been turning in our labs because we've had trouble printing them... And he never told me, specifically, that he didn't turn them in.
My sister moved out of my dad's. His 30 day rehab did shit. Sadly, Chaos, my puppy, is still there. My sister said that she walked in one night and found him trembling, terrified, in the hallway, with a drunken father screaming at him. When she told my mother about it and said that she needed to take him back to her house, she said, "I'll see what I can do."
I dion't know where I'm going to live. Certainly not with my father. My mom's insane and has no spare room, and a tiny house, but if I don't move in with her she might not take Chaos back. So I could move in with my grandparents, but they have no internet. Now, that may seem like a small thing, but without internet, I have literally NOTHING TO DO. No friends are around there. My sister works ALL DAY, and then goes to her boyfriend's. I have no car.
I have no money to even get my license still, and if I lived in Country Lakes, I'd have no way to even get a job.
I think the tinea versicolor on my skin is spreading.
Fuck fuck fuck.
I hope I can get into the Summer Fellows program: helping Dr. Riley study low energy particles this summer and making 3,000 dollars on campus. But I'd be all alone, on campus, all summer. No family or friends... No dog.
Fucking fuckity fuck.
At least I did all of my work for the next week. Sigh.