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So today...
I finished my essay just before 7 this morning. Three hours of sleep later I woke up and got greeted with a Facebook message from Brett. An unhappy one. [enter supreme misery here]
Unnecessary misery added to my already sky-high stress level. I cried the whole ride on the bus to school to hand in my essay with the threat of little more than an hour to study for Roman Civ (gonna fail. no doubt). I got in the theatre building, sniffling away, then as I was going up the stairs, I heard a deep voice "Jenny!" I didn't know who it was, so I didn't answer, but I paused where I was.
It was Wes. We were handing in our essays at the same time. I dried my face up and we went to the Prof Prince's office where she basically told us that we're the two most brilliant students in her class and she's saving our essays for the end so that she can end on a good note. !!
Eventually we left, and I paused on the landing, turned to him with my face shiny, red and wet with tears, and inch my way to hug him. He held me so tight for a good long time, not knowing what was wrong, and I just blubbered out something like "I don't even understand how I could do something so wrong, and not see it, and blah bli blah blah." without letting go of me, he pulled back to look at me and ask what was wrong. I said something about sky-high stress, and no sleep, and "I've fucked things up with Brett AGAIN, and this time I can't explain it" etc
The Roman Civ exam was the simplest thing to target, so he asked if I wanted to sit with him in the Thespis office upstairs "and you can teach me some roman history?" and we did. I started off lost and crying, he'd put his hand on my knee and comfort me. studying got very simplified and clear and I don't think I failed the exam (didn't do well, but didn't fail) and I owe it to Wes.
I finished my essay just before 7 this morning. Three hours of sleep later I woke up and got greeted with a Facebook message from Brett. An unhappy one. [enter supreme misery here]
Unnecessary misery added to my already sky-high stress level. I cried the whole ride on the bus to school to hand in my essay with the threat of little more than an hour to study for Roman Civ (gonna fail. no doubt). I got in the theatre building, sniffling away, then as I was going up the stairs, I heard a deep voice "Jenny!" I didn't know who it was, so I didn't answer, but I paused where I was.
It was Wes. We were handing in our essays at the same time. I dried my face up and we went to the Prof Prince's office where she basically told us that we're the two most brilliant students in her class and she's saving our essays for the end so that she can end on a good note. !!
Eventually we left, and I paused on the landing, turned to him with my face shiny, red and wet with tears, and inch my way to hug him. He held me so tight for a good long time, not knowing what was wrong, and I just blubbered out something like "I don't even understand how I could do something so wrong, and not see it, and blah bli blah blah." without letting go of me, he pulled back to look at me and ask what was wrong. I said something about sky-high stress, and no sleep, and "I've fucked things up with Brett AGAIN, and this time I can't explain it" etc
The Roman Civ exam was the simplest thing to target, so he asked if I wanted to sit with him in the Thespis office upstairs "and you can teach me some roman history?" and we did. I started off lost and crying, he'd put his hand on my knee and comfort me. studying got very simplified and clear and I don't think I failed the exam (didn't do well, but didn't fail) and I owe it to Wes.