So... I just got back from a. the most stressful weekend. ever, b. the most important test ever that I probably didn't do too well on, and c. the worst paideia class ever... maybe I'm being dramatic, but it sure seems like it.
Stressful weekend? I realized on Monday that I had one week to read everything we were assigned to do in my American Politics class. It wouldn't (and shouldn't) have been a problem... if I'd read anything at all. It was really my fault. Really. And paideia. Paideia always gets in the way of my major/life/happiness. So I spend the whole weekend freaking out and reading even though I had a migraine so bad I was actually feeling sick and feeling all this pain in my shoulders... that's how much I freaked out. And I don't freak out. Not normally at least. So, yes. Not a great weekend. At least not until I took that painkiller and then eased away my pain and passed out. It was nice.
I am not encouraging painkiller intake though. I had a migraine. I had reason.
Most important test I probably failed? Yeah. Stressful weekend = not very useful when it came down to the actual exam. I'm not the best writer. I know this. I'm not the best reader, I know this too--and it's only because I get so distracted. Sometime between the painkiller and walking into class, half the information I knew flew out the window. It was a great experience. Really.
Of course, before this happened, paideia happened. Paideia... murderer of everything good in life. I'm not doing the reading, mostly because I was too busy studying for more important things (much like my future). My teacher found this out. Bad things. I only added to that by completely walking out of the class before the teacher was done. In my defense, I totally thought she was done. She was like "Okay, if anyone hasn't done a conferences with me..." and I was like, "Yes! Now I have to buy a blue book and suffer!" I was on a time constraint so I hauled butt out of that room.
She wasn't done. Realized that when no one else came out. Like... NO ONE. I looked in the window and half the people were still sitting. That felt nice. Realized even later (after failed test when I was contemplating my worth in life, which wasn't much at the time) that not only had I left early, not read much (I'm on pg. 57 at least), and stayed absolutely silent in more than a few classes, but... I forgot to turn in the mini-paper for that day. She collects them at the end of class. Good times.
But at least I only have one class tomorrow. Then I sleep the rest of the day. There is a silver lining. But not today. Today is Monday.
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