Does anyone else feel like they no longer have a life?
Yes, this is going to be one of those posts, wherein I bitch about my life. You ready?
Yesterday my mother forced me to stay home for Yom Kippur. 'How delightful, a day at home', you may say. But I knew better. I awoke at 5:40 for crew, and returned home at 8:15. As soon as I got back, I cracked open my econ book and got through all but three pages of chapter 17. Once I could no longer decipher the words on the page, I turned to Latin, translating two assignments. Then, on my mother's strict orders, I spent a solid hour organizing a closet downstairs (as if I didn't have enough to do), then took out all the garbage in the house. At 1:30, I went to the synagogue to pick up my brother, and we spent a half-hour counting cars for the Beth El parking committee (again, my mother's idea). When we got back, I started my Bible as Lit homework, which Carton had assigned despite the fact that a) it was Yom Kippur and b) he himself had not been in class for the past week. At 5:15 I went to rehearsal, which lasted until 8, by which time I was starving. Then I organized college envelopes well into the wee hours (i.e. 11:30, which seems pretty late when you've been up since 5:40). And I still wasn't done.
The point of all this is that it seems like we don't have any free time anymore. I took a whole day off of school, and STILL didn't get everything done. And whenever I have a short break between assignments, I feel like I should be working on college essays, or something. I'm getting so far behind in my classes, or just barely keeping my head above water. Somebody tell me I'm not crazy?
I miss people, like normal human interaction outside a classroom setting. I haven't done anything with anyone for a really long time, and I wish I could, but there's just so much going on. I don't think I've even seen a movie since school started.
P.S. I miss Neal. The play is no fun without him. Just thought I'd put that out there while I'm being angsty.
Yesterday my mother forced me to stay home for Yom Kippur. 'How delightful, a day at home', you may say. But I knew better. I awoke at 5:40 for crew, and returned home at 8:15. As soon as I got back, I cracked open my econ book and got through all but three pages of chapter 17. Once I could no longer decipher the words on the page, I turned to Latin, translating two assignments. Then, on my mother's strict orders, I spent a solid hour organizing a closet downstairs (as if I didn't have enough to do), then took out all the garbage in the house. At 1:30, I went to the synagogue to pick up my brother, and we spent a half-hour counting cars for the Beth El parking committee (again, my mother's idea). When we got back, I started my Bible as Lit homework, which Carton had assigned despite the fact that a) it was Yom Kippur and b) he himself had not been in class for the past week. At 5:15 I went to rehearsal, which lasted until 8, by which time I was starving. Then I organized college envelopes well into the wee hours (i.e. 11:30, which seems pretty late when you've been up since 5:40). And I still wasn't done.
The point of all this is that it seems like we don't have any free time anymore. I took a whole day off of school, and STILL didn't get everything done. And whenever I have a short break between assignments, I feel like I should be working on college essays, or something. I'm getting so far behind in my classes, or just barely keeping my head above water. Somebody tell me I'm not crazy?
I miss people, like normal human interaction outside a classroom setting. I haven't done anything with anyone for a really long time, and I wish I could, but there's just so much going on. I don't think I've even seen a movie since school started.
P.S. I miss Neal. The play is no fun without him. Just thought I'd put that out there while I'm being angsty.