this is not convenient.
...I don't really know how to put this without whining.
Mr. Beddingfield, who is a nice man but a very annoying (student) teacher, kind of just brought my English grade down from the A I've had all year to a low B with one assignment. The substance of which I actually turned in.
I think if this happened at any other time, it might be a-OK. However, the play/OM/anxiety about AP testing/fear I might fail my Econ final all say no to my peace of mind.
It's really not that bad. It's just, like, what.
I don't know. I think I just need to freak out really badly, but haven't been letting myself do that. Which is good! Not freaking out is good. But now I have this excess of anxious and annoyed and worried and stressed that I've kind of forgotten what to do with.
Maybe I just need to learn to do something like paint. Or actually draw for srs. That could work. Eh. "One day at a time."
Mr. Beddingfield, who is a nice man but a very annoying (student) teacher, kind of just brought my English grade down from the A I've had all year to a low B with one assignment. The substance of which I actually turned in.
I think if this happened at any other time, it might be a-OK. However, the play/OM/anxiety about AP testing/fear I might fail my Econ final all say no to my peace of mind.
It's really not that bad. It's just, like, what.
I don't know. I think I just need to freak out really badly, but haven't been letting myself do that. Which is good! Not freaking out is good. But now I have this excess of anxious and annoyed and worried and stressed that I've kind of forgotten what to do with.
Maybe I just need to learn to do something like paint. Or actually draw for srs. That could work. Eh. "One day at a time."