3:10 P.M.
The pressure builds....
This is the last week of summer session and I am clueless.
I've never taken stats. I've never cared to learn about stats.
How many times will I have to use stats after I graduate?
F*CK!
Focus!
Just get through it!
I know I should go into school early tomorrow to get some help with all of these questions floating around my mind. I have my math finals this week and they are a hell of a lot harder than I had expected.
Why can't I just feel well already!
I'm so stressed about getting better, that I can't relax...
I couldn't have gotten sick at a worse time...
Anyone with half a brain would tell me to go to the hospital already. Coughing up blood is NOT normal.
I should have spent more time trying to study while I was in Chicago.
I know that I've put all of this pressure on myself, but I really need to get a good grade in these classes.
If I don't bring up my GPA, there is no chance any university will want me.
I have 3 weeks to work my ass off when this session is over with to pay for next semester�s tuition.
Is this even realistic?
I don't even feel I have any control over my life at this moment.... I miss Kitty... I miss my friends.... This sucks!
