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i can't believe whats going on with me right now.
last night, i went out will mollie, gayle, and courtney for mollie's 21st birthday. i had an 8-10 page paper to write that night, but mollie is one of my oldest friends, so i had to straighten out my priorities. i had a great time, but stayed out longer than i should've. i got home nearer to 2 and realized that there was absolutely no fucking way i was gonna complete that paper. so i just didn't do it.
a few minutes ago, i did the math for my grade, and without that paper, i fail geography. yeah, big fucking surprise. i was resigned to just take the F and deal with it when my therapist called me. scott (my therapist) asked how the paper went, because my workload has been the topic of our sessions as of late. i told him a story, not the real story. i said that i got more and more freaked out and that i shut down, which is 90% true.
then he told me to do something i couldn't believe. he said i should e-mail the professor and ask her if i could turn it in after the final, and that i should tell her its an issue i've been working on with my therapist. he says he'll e-mail her and explain whats going on with me.
i could NOT fucking believe it!!! i don't deserve this!!! i fucked up, and i should have to bear the fucking consequences of my irresponsibility!!! i feel extremely uncomfortable doing this, but i said okay anyway. i think part of the reason he told me to do that is because hes challenging me to commit to it.
i'm very confused right now. i'm afraid to write this e-mail, because i feel like a schmuck. i've been asking for, and getting, breaks from all over the place. i feel like my goodwill bank account has been grossly overdrawn.
and now i have heartburn from hell, so i'm gonna go buy some zantac or pepsid ac or some shit........
i'll be very impressed if anyone reads this post. *waves at the empty seats*
last night, i went out will mollie, gayle, and courtney for mollie's 21st birthday. i had an 8-10 page paper to write that night, but mollie is one of my oldest friends, so i had to straighten out my priorities. i had a great time, but stayed out longer than i should've. i got home nearer to 2 and realized that there was absolutely no fucking way i was gonna complete that paper. so i just didn't do it.
a few minutes ago, i did the math for my grade, and without that paper, i fail geography. yeah, big fucking surprise. i was resigned to just take the F and deal with it when my therapist called me. scott (my therapist) asked how the paper went, because my workload has been the topic of our sessions as of late. i told him a story, not the real story. i said that i got more and more freaked out and that i shut down, which is 90% true.
then he told me to do something i couldn't believe. he said i should e-mail the professor and ask her if i could turn it in after the final, and that i should tell her its an issue i've been working on with my therapist. he says he'll e-mail her and explain whats going on with me.
i could NOT fucking believe it!!! i don't deserve this!!! i fucked up, and i should have to bear the fucking consequences of my irresponsibility!!! i feel extremely uncomfortable doing this, but i said okay anyway. i think part of the reason he told me to do that is because hes challenging me to commit to it.
i'm very confused right now. i'm afraid to write this e-mail, because i feel like a schmuck. i've been asking for, and getting, breaks from all over the place. i feel like my goodwill bank account has been grossly overdrawn.
and now i have heartburn from hell, so i'm gonna go buy some zantac or pepsid ac or some shit........
i'll be very impressed if anyone reads this post. *waves at the empty seats*