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I Always hate having to deal with two people when trying to tutor. Most of the time it's difficult because the two are not in the same class and are working on seperate things, and an hour for TWO people is not nearly enough. I tend to doubt myself when working with people because there's so much pressure. Right now at times I'm thinking that I'm picking the wrong career path, just because I'm so bad at explaining things. ]
Right now school is more of a burden than anything. Too much to do and too much that I really don't feel like doing. Now that I have a boyfriend I find myself wanting to go out and do things more often and eat more food [lol] than before. I guess no matter how old you are the boyfriend always serves as a distraction :)
I was inordinately nervous about the way I looked during class today. I don't know but the teacher really makes me nervous, and it's half because he makes us feel so stupid that we just blank out and forget answers even though they might be right in front of our faces. I hate that class so much; I didn't want to sit up straight because I felt that my shorts were too small and they would show too much of my legs [they're the ones in my default picture, but due to washing them they've shrunk since then] and so that put strain on my back. ugh! I wish I could just not care about it.
I had a really terrible dream last night. this one involved my parents and brandon, but primarily my mother. I dreamt that for some reason Brandon came into the house with me and we were on my brother's computer, and my mother woke up and walked right past him by saying hello, and he returned with, "hi"
and then the interrogation of him began when my mother took a second look at him and I got up from my seat and we walked over to the kitchen. The first question was that my mom asked him how old he was and Brandon lied about his age and he said that he was 25 or 26 - and he sounded very unsure of his answer and also gave two numbers and so my mother, from what I remember, said nice to meet you, but then after brandon left because we were getting nervous my dad came home and talked to my mom - and I heard my mom telling my dad about how I was dating someone lying about his age and the fact that it was also a man, and I remember the yelling we got into, and that's about the time when I woke up. No violence involved thankfully, but it was a scary dream altogether. More happened but I'm terrible at recalling things.
Right now school is more of a burden than anything. Too much to do and too much that I really don't feel like doing. Now that I have a boyfriend I find myself wanting to go out and do things more often and eat more food [lol] than before. I guess no matter how old you are the boyfriend always serves as a distraction :)
I was inordinately nervous about the way I looked during class today. I don't know but the teacher really makes me nervous, and it's half because he makes us feel so stupid that we just blank out and forget answers even though they might be right in front of our faces. I hate that class so much; I didn't want to sit up straight because I felt that my shorts were too small and they would show too much of my legs [they're the ones in my default picture, but due to washing them they've shrunk since then] and so that put strain on my back. ugh! I wish I could just not care about it.
I had a really terrible dream last night. this one involved my parents and brandon, but primarily my mother. I dreamt that for some reason Brandon came into the house with me and we were on my brother's computer, and my mother woke up and walked right past him by saying hello, and he returned with, "hi"
and then the interrogation of him began when my mother took a second look at him and I got up from my seat and we walked over to the kitchen. The first question was that my mom asked him how old he was and Brandon lied about his age and he said that he was 25 or 26 - and he sounded very unsure of his answer and also gave two numbers and so my mother, from what I remember, said nice to meet you, but then after brandon left because we were getting nervous my dad came home and talked to my mom - and I heard my mom telling my dad about how I was dating someone lying about his age and the fact that it was also a man, and I remember the yelling we got into, and that's about the time when I woke up. No violence involved thankfully, but it was a scary dream altogether. More happened but I'm terrible at recalling things.