(Why a chipmunk, you ask? I don’t know, only that it was the sentence running constantly through my head the other day when I was probably running a low fever. The sentence still stands as entirely accurate, however: I am not happy, nor am I a chipmunk.)
I dislike it when people tell me they are jealous of my exam schedule, because I will be done next Friday. If I only had two finals on Tuesday and Wednesday, then yes, I would be jealous too. However, I also have three research papers due on Monday, Wednesday and Friday, and none of these are going well. My bout of whatever this lousy illness thing that knocked me out on Friday afternoon at 5 pm after a day of struggling to read and write one of these papers is not helping. I am almost entirely out of food in the fridge and also lacking energy and motivation to cook. This week is also my turn to clean the kitchen and living room. I haven’t done my laundry yet. I’ve lost count of the number of times I’ve thought over the last few years that stress over school is not worth the sickness. My heart is sad and stressed because I feel so lousy, I’m sure to do badly and will pull down my grades and then not get into grad school, and now I’m overthinking and need to get back to my paper.
Rant done and promise there will be no more of this sort this year.
