More adventures in Maren's Semester From Hell
Okay, so, to sum things up:
* Stress-related stomach thing that plagued me two weeks ago has returned. Not as bad (yet), mind, but still decidedly unpleasant, especially when most of my classes are in the morning.
* In hopes of reducing stress, I withdrew from two of my most reading-heavy classes - Intro to Women's Studies and Intro to Ethnic Studies - this afternoon. I also found out that if I do decide to withdrawal entirely for this semester, even though the last noted day to withdraw from classes is Thursday, I can apply for Late Withdrawal if Health Issues continue to plague me up until some point in early-ish April. To do so, however, I will need a medical excuse. Not sure if "I wake up sick to my stomach every morning and I'm forced to live on Saltines and Gatoraid" is a serious enough excuse. Hopefully, we won't have to find out.
* My car is completely and totally out of commission. So much for avoiding stress.
* I spent the last hour calling people to see if anyone can cover any of my guard shifts in March because, yeah, no transportation, and while I am willing to take the bus for afternoon shifts, the buses stop running at 10 pm, so getting rid of closing shifts is my first priority. So far, I haven't gotten many positive responses. So we get more stress.
* I have no idea how to do my assignment for Hydrology, which is due tomorrow morning.
* I also have to figure out how to get to the Y tomorrow so I can *talk* to Will about all these lovely issues that have popped up over the last 4 days, which means catching buses and lots of waiting. Yet more stress.
* I have two assignments due for math on Wednesday that I haven't started yet.
So, yes. When I'm supposed to be reducing my stress levels, life decides to increase them. This paired with the Annual Emotional Breakdown leaves Maren quite a bit worse for the wear. I have never, *ever*, in my entire college experience, withdrawn from a class. Even if things were a little rough, I sucked it up and stayed in for the long haul, and usually ended up with at least a C (often times, even a B). The fact that I have already withdrawn from two classes, and am considering withdrawing from every single one of them, quitting at the Y, and running away home where I can fall apart in peace should tell you something about how bad things have gotten. I really really hope it won't come to that, but at this point. I honestly have no idea where my future is going.
* Stress-related stomach thing that plagued me two weeks ago has returned. Not as bad (yet), mind, but still decidedly unpleasant, especially when most of my classes are in the morning.
* In hopes of reducing stress, I withdrew from two of my most reading-heavy classes - Intro to Women's Studies and Intro to Ethnic Studies - this afternoon. I also found out that if I do decide to withdrawal entirely for this semester, even though the last noted day to withdraw from classes is Thursday, I can apply for Late Withdrawal if Health Issues continue to plague me up until some point in early-ish April. To do so, however, I will need a medical excuse. Not sure if "I wake up sick to my stomach every morning and I'm forced to live on Saltines and Gatoraid" is a serious enough excuse. Hopefully, we won't have to find out.
* My car is completely and totally out of commission. So much for avoiding stress.
* I spent the last hour calling people to see if anyone can cover any of my guard shifts in March because, yeah, no transportation, and while I am willing to take the bus for afternoon shifts, the buses stop running at 10 pm, so getting rid of closing shifts is my first priority. So far, I haven't gotten many positive responses. So we get more stress.
* I have no idea how to do my assignment for Hydrology, which is due tomorrow morning.
* I also have to figure out how to get to the Y tomorrow so I can *talk* to Will about all these lovely issues that have popped up over the last 4 days, which means catching buses and lots of waiting. Yet more stress.
* I have two assignments due for math on Wednesday that I haven't started yet.
So, yes. When I'm supposed to be reducing my stress levels, life decides to increase them. This paired with the Annual Emotional Breakdown leaves Maren quite a bit worse for the wear. I have never, *ever*, in my entire college experience, withdrawn from a class. Even if things were a little rough, I sucked it up and stayed in for the long haul, and usually ended up with at least a C (often times, even a B). The fact that I have already withdrawn from two classes, and am considering withdrawing from every single one of them, quitting at the Y, and running away home where I can fall apart in peace should tell you something about how bad things have gotten. I really really hope it won't come to that, but at this point. I honestly have no idea where my future is going.