[[試験日の週]]
Uuuuuuuuuuh. UH! .___.
It's exam week and I am exhausted/stressed/anxious/any other adjective that describes the pure chaos that is exam week.
Right now, I should be writing both a feature story on H1N1 for the school yearbook and a column on... something. Both things have to be written and laid out by tomorrow or not only will I get a big, fat 0 on my exam, but also let down the school year by omitting the impact swine flu has had on it. The idea is TERRIFYING, that I'm writing something so significant. It makes me flinch away and procrastinate, as I'm doing now. D8
Did I really say I wanted to be a journalist? Oh, the stress, the responsibility! Journalists have the media in their hands; They chose what is news and what is not, what gets shown to the public and what doesn't-- therefore, they have society in their grasp. Tightly. It's one of the things that is all too alluring about journalism, but also what makes it so fearful.
Ah, OK. Now I'm scaring myself. *deep breath* It's not a big deal. It's just the yearbook...
Thank God I get out of school tomorrow at 11 for the weekend or I might just freak myself out!
Aw, shucks! I also need to talk to the guidance counselor about allowing me to take Fitness and Conditioning next trimester. They didn't allow me at first because of my E.D. Um, do I look too thin to do exercise? Not even close. If anything, I'm overweight. *shudders* So I'll talk to the counselor about that. If the bitch she needs proof that I'm doing better, I'll just have her call up my E.D. therapist. I'm sure he'll allow me to.
Aaaaaand, everyone wait: 「IMMORTAL」tracklist rant coming up tomorrow.
EDIT: Found this awesome bit of advice while researching for my feature story: Avoid sneezing or coughing into your hands; instead use the bend of your elbow and dispose of it properly.
'SCUSE ME AS I GOT CUT OFF MY ARM. 8D
It's exam week and I am exhausted/stressed/anxious/any other adjective that describes the pure chaos that is exam week.
Right now, I should be writing both a feature story on H1N1 for the school yearbook and a column on... something. Both things have to be written and laid out by tomorrow or not only will I get a big, fat 0 on my exam, but also let down the school year by omitting the impact swine flu has had on it. The idea is TERRIFYING, that I'm writing something so significant. It makes me flinch away and procrastinate, as I'm doing now. D8
Did I really say I wanted to be a journalist? Oh, the stress, the responsibility! Journalists have the media in their hands; They chose what is news and what is not, what gets shown to the public and what doesn't-- therefore, they have society in their grasp. Tightly. It's one of the things that is all too alluring about journalism, but also what makes it so fearful.
Ah, OK. Now I'm scaring myself. *deep breath* It's not a big deal. It's just the yearbook...
Thank God I get out of school tomorrow at 11 for the weekend or I might just freak myself out!
Aw, shucks! I also need to talk to the guidance counselor about allowing me to take Fitness and Conditioning next trimester. They didn't allow me at first because of my E.D. Um, do I look too thin to do exercise? Not even close. If anything, I'm overweight. *shudders* So I'll talk to the counselor about that. If the bitch she needs proof that I'm doing better, I'll just have her call up my E.D. therapist. I'm sure he'll allow me to.
Aaaaaand, everyone wait: 「IMMORTAL」tracklist rant coming up tomorrow.
EDIT: Found this awesome bit of advice while researching for my feature story: Avoid sneezing or coughing into your hands; instead use the bend of your elbow and dispose of it properly.
'SCUSE ME AS I GOT CUT OFF MY ARM. 8D