"I'm driving fast now, Don't think I know how to go slow."
In an hour I will be leading a discussion on Battered Wives and Women's Fear of Rape. Frankly, I'm nervous. I haven't lead a discussion in forever! And, it's not like a presentation, where I am in complete control. No, I don't deal so well when I have to rely on other people. Darwin only knows what they'll say, if anything at all. Anyway, I'm a bit worried. It's not my forte. But, I'm sure I'll be just fine.
Tomorrow is our midterm, and our paper is due Friday. Our final is next week. Wow. So much.
As much as I complain, though, I need this. I remember discussing stress with my psychologist. It's like a normal curve for me. Just the right amount, and I am productive and happy. I've been riding that wave all of Playterm so far. Too much is, well, too much! And, too little leaves me for and in a constant state of nervous anticipation... for nothing. I'm a little worried that this coming week will be a little much, but I think I'll be okay. If I can get through the next few days without bombing my discussion and my midterm. Her tests are fucking hard, too. Ick.
Whatev, this is just nervous tension. I'll be fine. I'm always fine. Fuck it, I was convinced I'd be kicked out the honors programs for spring semester, and ended up pulling a 3.81. I'm fucking fine.
In other news, my life is still wonderful. I love my homies, though I miss those that are on the other side of the world right now. :P My social life is health, as is my mindstate. I love coffee. Still. Not much else. Have been out and about, and getting off campus more. This is good.
A'ight, I'd love to ramble some more, but I haven't much else to say. Drop lines.
- Lucy Ann -
"I know I don't know you,
But I want you so bad.
Everyone has a secret,
But can they keep it?
Oh, no, they can't."