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I pretty much despise myself at this point.
I skipped two classes today.
I went to Hausa.
I went to Presence of the Past. We talked about the Holocaust. It really upset me.
They were talking about a town where and author's uncle lived. It had 6,000 Jews and only 48 survived.
This hit me hard. I went to highschool with about 6,000 kids. Take two classrooms full of kids and slaughter a handful. That is how many survived. It was all I could think about. I almost had to leave the room to throw up.
I came back and cried. Crying led to a panic attack. Which led to sleeping instead of linguistics. I woke up ten minutes before my writing class and freaked out and couldn't breathe and wanted to cry because I'd dreamed my brother died.
I need to go to class but I keep freaking out.
Ugh. I'm hoping to go home this weekend. I want my glasses and it's the family's Super Bowl party and I want my haircut and I know I have friends at home who'd like to have me there.Also my shoe broke and I have the means to fix it at home.
Jeannie and I went to Grand River and got our books for class and played in Barnes & Noble. I feel a little better.