"It seems to me I'm always miles away."
So, I got an email from one of my professors this afternoon, telling me that he was concerned because I had missed six classes, four in a row. He apparently sent a progress report to my advisor (which isn't going to do anything- until I declare a major, I have the most useless advisor ever). Seeing this email...I was already worrying myself, because I felt like I was falling into the same trap as last year. And I know the answer, which is catch up on work and go to class (I have a 3-4 page paper due tomorrow. I'm not worried about writing it, but I haven't read the piece it's supposed to be on yet), but I'm nervous because of what this means. I haven't messed up entirely yet, and I can bring it back, but I've had academic issues before, and it usually results in self-injury and suicidal behavior.
So I talked to Person E (I really don't need to call him by his pseudonym for this entry, but I'm enjoying it). I told him that he was going to get really annoyed at me, because he's warned me against this multiple times, but I told him that I had been skipping classes and was worried about what I needed to due. He gave me a pep talk and then told me to get offline and start writing the paper. I signed offline, but I wanted to take a nap first- I hadn't slept much the night before, and I knew I wasn't going to accomplish anything without sleep.
Then, between 5:30 and 5:35, I got three or four phone calls that I ignored. Finally, on the fifth one, I picked up.
Before I post the conversation, let me explain. The drama club at my college is doing The Mystery of Edwin Drood this January, and we're currently in auditions for it. I did the acting and musical auditions yesterday- the acting went well emotionally, but I lost my fake British accent in the middle of the fake hysteria, and the music audition went well for the choice song and poorly for the song from the show, mainly because I had been practicing a capella, and they played the melody line, one note at a time as I was singing it, which really threw me off. So that was yesterday, and the dance audition was tomorrow.
So the phone call, from my friend Dara:
Me: Hello?
Dara: Why the hell aren't you here?
Me: Where is "here?"
Dara: The drama studio at Rochelle [the on campus theater].
Me: Why would I be at Rochelle?
Dara: For the dance audition!
Me: That's tomorrow.
Dara: No, it's right now!
Me: Shit!
So I throw on the ugliest sweatshirt I own, not realizing until I got there that it was the ugliest sweatshirt I own, and made a mad dash for the dance audition. I picked it up quickly enough...but I can't dance to save my life, so it went poorly. That said, we were in the beginner group, so none of them went very well, so at least I didn't stand out.
So that was my day so far. Now, I am going to take my copy of Rape of Lucrece (the subject of the paper) and get food as I'm reading it. Then I will come back and write the paper. This should be interesting.
So I talked to Person E (I really don't need to call him by his pseudonym for this entry, but I'm enjoying it). I told him that he was going to get really annoyed at me, because he's warned me against this multiple times, but I told him that I had been skipping classes and was worried about what I needed to due. He gave me a pep talk and then told me to get offline and start writing the paper. I signed offline, but I wanted to take a nap first- I hadn't slept much the night before, and I knew I wasn't going to accomplish anything without sleep.
Then, between 5:30 and 5:35, I got three or four phone calls that I ignored. Finally, on the fifth one, I picked up.
Before I post the conversation, let me explain. The drama club at my college is doing The Mystery of Edwin Drood this January, and we're currently in auditions for it. I did the acting and musical auditions yesterday- the acting went well emotionally, but I lost my fake British accent in the middle of the fake hysteria, and the music audition went well for the choice song and poorly for the song from the show, mainly because I had been practicing a capella, and they played the melody line, one note at a time as I was singing it, which really threw me off. So that was yesterday, and the dance audition was tomorrow.
So the phone call, from my friend Dara:
Me: Hello?
Dara: Why the hell aren't you here?
Me: Where is "here?"
Dara: The drama studio at Rochelle [the on campus theater].
Me: Why would I be at Rochelle?
Dara: For the dance audition!
Me: That's tomorrow.
Dara: No, it's right now!
Me: Shit!
So I throw on the ugliest sweatshirt I own, not realizing until I got there that it was the ugliest sweatshirt I own, and made a mad dash for the dance audition. I picked it up quickly enough...but I can't dance to save my life, so it went poorly. That said, we were in the beginner group, so none of them went very well, so at least I didn't stand out.
So that was my day so far. Now, I am going to take my copy of Rape of Lucrece (the subject of the paper) and get food as I'm reading it. Then I will come back and write the paper. This should be interesting.