Life sucks sometimes...

Ho-kay, so
HERES THE EARTH:

uh, no.... not really.


Okay, for real this time. Mid Term week is over. Mid term week was somewhere between depressing, frustrating, empowering, and sickening. Let me explain in more detail.... if you're curious, of course

Depressing: Girls in Motion is like a drama pit of drama. I mean, you go there and all the girls do is pretty much A. Disrespect you B. Disrespect everyone else C. Tell you that you smell bad D. Refuse to do any of the activities E. Complain that they don't get enough snacks F. Complain that they shouldn't have to help put away chairs (Okay, honestly, they're there to LEARN from us, the least they could do is help us with some effing chairs!). After I went on Tuesday I felt so crappy. Two of the girls were threatening to get into a fist fight with each other and this new girl Abby showed up who was just something else. She probably had the biggest attitude out of all of them. Her sarcasm made me so... grrr. Lets just say I'm getting practice in patience.

Oh, and I was thinking I could transfer to a different work study that was art related but they e-mailed me back saying they had no spots open. Possibly not even for next semester T_T

Oh, and plus my dad wants me to stay in it so I can keep making money if nothing else opens up.




Frustrating: See above. Also, trying to study for two midterms and running from place to place and forgetting your meetings because you have too much to do is NOT a fun experience. On Friday night last week I actually was studying with my tutor for Developmental Psychology from 9:30 PM to midnight. How many students do that? Honestly? But then again, I'm surprised more didn't do it since the midterm happened to be 33 percent of my grade. Oh, and there's only two other graded things. And guess how many percent they are? 33! So naturally I was FREAKING out. I mean, I didn't want to fail a class in my first semester. Though apparently that happens often. I felt frustrated because I didn't have time to do anything fun like... draw or write or I don't know, anything.


Empowering: It was empowering to get through my tests and not die and actually feel like I didn't fail. However, I wasn't really all that empowered considering I skipped lunch for two or three days in a row. Oh, and I never eat breakfast.


Sickening: Well, there was this sandwich that I bought for one of the days to eat after me exam but it was the most disgusting thing ever! Thats not the point, though. On Thursday I left class early because it was a workday and everyone was leaving early anyways. However, I also was starting to feel a tad sick. No big deal, I can just go back to the dorm, take some sudafed, and all will be hunky dory. WRONG. What happened instead was that I progressively felt worse and worse to the point that my throat was burning alive and I felt so tired and dizzy that I could barely focus and I had to skip Girls in Motion. By 4:30 I was wondering how on earth I would pass my Russian test the next day. My mom called me at that point being like WHY DIDN'T YOU TELL ME YOU WERE SICK WHY DO I HEAR EVERYTHING FROM YOUR DAD? I gave her a half assed response about something to do with me not thinking straight. Then after several times of her asking "what do I do?" to which I responded "you're the mother, you should know" which ended in me still telling her to call my Russian professor (because my throat was death) and asking her if I could postpone my exam. Now this may seem very strange, but since my mom is Russian and my prof is Russian they must automatically have some kind of connection. It's a Russian thing- don't ask. So luckily my prof said that it's all good- I can take it later. So my mom came to pick me up and take me home. Which was a damn good thing becuase that night was absolutely positively horrendous. I couldn't swallow without feeling like I just swallowed some kind of poisonous burning gooey concoction. My ears were popping, my head felt like a ton of bricks, and my eyes could barely open a fifth of an inch. My roommate tried to cheer me up by saying "at least you got your test postponed" but somehow when you feel that sick its hard to agree. Or maybe I'm just a pessemist. -___-