Exams are over. Damn.
How'd I do on my History exam? See "failure, horrible".
I needed at least an 87 on that to get in the "A" range for that class. And probably blew it.
Yes. I got an "A(-)" on my paper. I know I should be happy about that. And I know I should be happy about exams being over. And I know I should be happy about it being such a nice day outside. But I can't.
Instead I have to sit inside all day and work on my work that I missed when I was sick.
I can't go for a bike ride.
I can't go for a run.
(Doctor's orders.)
I can't hang out with my friends.
I can't do any reading.
(I have to work instead.)
I hate being sick. This Spring break is gonna suck.
Lianna, you better visit me on the New Orleans service project so that my break isn't 100% suck.
(Is it bad that I had to translate that into English from: "Lianna, il faut que tu me visite quand je suis en New Orleans pour que mes vacances ne soient pas fait 100% du suck"? It can't be normal. It just can't. And it's probably incorrect too.)
Oh, and my parents are forcing me to eat. They worry about me not eating. They worry about me losing weight. They think I'm anorexic.
I'm not. I'm just not as hungry as I was when I was growing. Maybe if I got more exercise I'd be more hungry. Yes?
I've been working nonstop since Wednesday. I haven't seen my friends from public school in weeks. I finished my last exam 8 hours ago and I haven't stopped working. I'm tired. I'm miserable. I can't exercise. The next free time I will have will be sometime on March 24.
I feel no hope for the future.
I needed at least an 87 on that to get in the "A" range for that class. And probably blew it.
Yes. I got an "A(-)" on my paper. I know I should be happy about that. And I know I should be happy about exams being over. And I know I should be happy about it being such a nice day outside. But I can't.
Instead I have to sit inside all day and work on my work that I missed when I was sick.
I can't go for a bike ride.
I can't go for a run.
(Doctor's orders.)
I can't hang out with my friends.
I can't do any reading.
(I have to work instead.)
I hate being sick. This Spring break is gonna suck.
Lianna, you better visit me on the New Orleans service project so that my break isn't 100% suck.
(Is it bad that I had to translate that into English from: "Lianna, il faut que tu me visite quand je suis en New Orleans pour que mes vacances ne soient pas fait 100% du suck"? It can't be normal. It just can't. And it's probably incorrect too.)
Oh, and my parents are forcing me to eat. They worry about me not eating. They worry about me losing weight. They think I'm anorexic.
I'm not. I'm just not as hungry as I was when I was growing. Maybe if I got more exercise I'd be more hungry. Yes?
I've been working nonstop since Wednesday. I haven't seen my friends from public school in weeks. I finished my last exam 8 hours ago and I haven't stopped working. I'm tired. I'm miserable. I can't exercise. The next free time I will have will be sometime on March 24.
I feel no hope for the future.