Although I often come off as high-powered overly stressed I rarely feel that sinking sense of doom where you really know things are going wrong.
Unfortunately, tonight after 6 hours of class, 4 hours of teaching at the barn, and an hour on the phone with my Father attempting to learn Microsoft Excel, I sat down, looked at my week and thought to myself: I am fucked.
(mind you, this feeling also comes after the 44 emails which I received between the hours of 11am and 10pm... seriously.)
This all comes after I spent a (in my opinion) vast majority of my weekend catching up. This comes after I finally admitted to myself that I was where I realistically wanted be in 4 out of 5 classes.
I calculated that if I didn't sleep for the next 3 nights I would be where I want to be (not even where I should be).
Where's Table Mountain when you need it (to jump off of)?
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Dude, not even funny, people at this University DO kill themselves over school and need to chill the fuck out. They can always drop classes, take a few years off, find a different job...
They say the windows in the North Campus doors are the big kind you can lean on and than fall through for a reason.
I do hope your classes start going better!
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