i feel like i'm dying
I take that back. I don't think I'm getting sick, I am sick. I'm crying not because I'm sad, but because I'm so frickin congested I can't see straight. I still have 4 more sections of Calculus to study before tomorrow.
I've chosen Sylvia Plath as the subject of my semester term paper. Her poetry is sooo frickin dense. But she's so darn interesting and I think I'm willing to suffer some mental pain for an engaging topic. Well, it's become pretty clear to me and to others that I'm willing to suffer ANY type of pain for my academic pursuits. Physical and otherwise.
My parents are worried for my health because they think I'm working too hard. My mom tried to give me medicine just now, but its ....liquid. Ew. I do pills. not chewables. not fluids. pills. The kind you pop in your mouth and swallow.
I'm not one to slow down though. Especially not this close to the SATs (by the way I had better get healthy again soon because I will not be able to focus on my SAT practice tests in my current condition)and once college apps are in I'm home-free.
Speaking of, This week I'm going to ask my teachers to write me recs. I still haven't decided on schools or even which teachers to ask. I'm nervous nervous nervous.
Have I written about how bad of a T.A. I am? I doubt Ms. LePell thinks of highly of me as she used to (or as I think she used to) now that I've displayed my incompetence in grading assignments. How come everything I'm bad at is always something people are supposed to be good at? Of all the classes I've taken at high school, I'm ashamed to say that I've found School Service and Technical Theatre to be the my most poopy subjects. At least in other classes I can study. YOU CAN'T STUDY ON HOW TO BE A BETTER TEACHER'S ASSISTANT! But God if I could, I would. Not for the grade, but because it hurts my studenty-insides when LePell comes up and gently reminds me that I did something wrong.
YES! Mom just walked in with PILLS. Sudafed, please help me.
I've chosen Sylvia Plath as the subject of my semester term paper. Her poetry is sooo frickin dense. But she's so darn interesting and I think I'm willing to suffer some mental pain for an engaging topic. Well, it's become pretty clear to me and to others that I'm willing to suffer ANY type of pain for my academic pursuits. Physical and otherwise.
My parents are worried for my health because they think I'm working too hard. My mom tried to give me medicine just now, but its ....liquid. Ew. I do pills. not chewables. not fluids. pills. The kind you pop in your mouth and swallow.
I'm not one to slow down though. Especially not this close to the SATs (by the way I had better get healthy again soon because I will not be able to focus on my SAT practice tests in my current condition)and once college apps are in I'm home-free.
Speaking of, This week I'm going to ask my teachers to write me recs. I still haven't decided on schools or even which teachers to ask. I'm nervous nervous nervous.
Have I written about how bad of a T.A. I am? I doubt Ms. LePell thinks of highly of me as she used to (or as I think she used to) now that I've displayed my incompetence in grading assignments. How come everything I'm bad at is always something people are supposed to be good at? Of all the classes I've taken at high school, I'm ashamed to say that I've found School Service and Technical Theatre to be the my most poopy subjects. At least in other classes I can study. YOU CAN'T STUDY ON HOW TO BE A BETTER TEACHER'S ASSISTANT! But God if I could, I would. Not for the grade, but because it hurts my studenty-insides when LePell comes up and gently reminds me that I did something wrong.
YES! Mom just walked in with PILLS. Sudafed, please help me.