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Will someone please remind me why I'm in school again? The first week isn't even up and I feel like I'm on the verge of a total psychotic breakdown. All the pressures of creating and performing (sometimes literally and sometimes not) for professors and trying to peg down what I'm going to do with my life is suddenly descending upon me, leaving a constant undercurrent of anxiety in it's wake.
I'm taking the minimum requirement for credits AGAIN, which I'm starting to hate myself for. It's just that the classes I want are all at the same time and I only have two more classes to take before I fulfill my GER requirements, and I'm taking them already. I'm constantly worrying that I'm not doing this college thing right.
Also, my head has been hurting for most of the later half of the day.
I feel I should write this down, just so I remember. While I was driving to school this morning, there was suddenly unexpected back-up. Before I even got to the cause, a police car came up behind me and then passed me on the shoulder. It stopped about fifty feet in front of me, behind an SUV that was partially blocking the left lane. I got into the right lane, and as I passed the SUV I saw a motorcycle on the ground, the entire back of it was smashed. Then, I saw the rider on the ground. He was lying on his back, unconscious, and there was blood all down the left side of his head and neck. The last thing I saw was the policeman with a medical kit kneeling down next to the motorcyclist, covering his legs with a blanket.
I'm taking the minimum requirement for credits AGAIN, which I'm starting to hate myself for. It's just that the classes I want are all at the same time and I only have two more classes to take before I fulfill my GER requirements, and I'm taking them already. I'm constantly worrying that I'm not doing this college thing right.
Also, my head has been hurting for most of the later half of the day.
I feel I should write this down, just so I remember. While I was driving to school this morning, there was suddenly unexpected back-up. Before I even got to the cause, a police car came up behind me and then passed me on the shoulder. It stopped about fifty feet in front of me, behind an SUV that was partially blocking the left lane. I got into the right lane, and as I passed the SUV I saw a motorcycle on the ground, the entire back of it was smashed. Then, I saw the rider on the ground. He was lying on his back, unconscious, and there was blood all down the left side of his head and neck. The last thing I saw was the policeman with a medical kit kneeling down next to the motorcyclist, covering his legs with a blanket.