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Hmmm...
Good news:
Bad news:
But hey, two finals down and two to go. And now to go swallow some drugs and pass the fuck out.
Good news:
- Finished two of my finals. I think I passed em, which at this point, is all I'm praying for.
- Showed up for my third one, and Dr. Anderson took one look at me and sent me home to bed. She said I can take it tomorrow, instead. God bless her.
- Got my last manuscript for Research Methods back. Remember how I was so stoked the first time because I got the highest grade in the class? Not so, this time. *pout* I only got a 93, and came in second. Stupid Kathryn and her always one-upping me. Ah, but I loves her.
Bad news:
- Still have to take my counseling theories class, but I checked my diagnosis on her with Dr. Anderson and she gave me the green light, so taking the final tomorrow should be a snap. *prays* I'm glad she let me skip tonight to take it tomorrow, there's no way I would have made it through.
- Am sick. I don't know if it's sick sick, or if its stress sick, or what. But all day, people have been telling me I look like shit, pale, etc. And just now, my not-so-yummy lunch decided to make a not-so-appealing reappearance. My chest hurts, I have a soar throat, a tummy ache, a headache, I can't breath, and I'm darn positive that I have a fever. I am not a good sick person - I'm very whiney when I don't feel good, so look out.
But hey, two finals down and two to go. And now to go swallow some drugs and pass the fuck out.
...I thought I'd mention how wonderful it is to have great professors. Every quarter here at Barat, they do what's called Twilight Breakfast, and a bunch of professors and staff members serve a late-night breakfast for the students during finals. That in and of itself is really special, and it's usually a fun time had by all.
Anyway, I went because I was hungry (expelling all you ate in a day will do that, huh?) and nibbled at some pancakes and scrambled eggs and bacon and mucho OJ. And, of course, Dr. Anderson was one of the profs serving this quarter, and she plops all kinds of food on my plate. So I eat, we talk, and I'm getting ready to go, and I hear her talking to the other volunteers about how she's worried about me, and how good a student I am. She totally didn't mean for me to hear it, but it was one of those times where I had normal-people hearing. Plus it's Old Main where everything echoes. But what really gets me, is the last thing I heard her say: "he's going to be a damn good counselor and do a lot of good for people".
You have no idea how much this means to me. That woman is the entire reason I became *interested* in psychology, and now to hear her say something like that? It's like having your hero tell you you're just like them.
And that makes all this BS worth it.
Anyway, I went because I was hungry (expelling all you ate in a day will do that, huh?) and nibbled at some pancakes and scrambled eggs and bacon and mucho OJ. And, of course, Dr. Anderson was one of the profs serving this quarter, and she plops all kinds of food on my plate. So I eat, we talk, and I'm getting ready to go, and I hear her talking to the other volunteers about how she's worried about me, and how good a student I am. She totally didn't mean for me to hear it, but it was one of those times where I had normal-people hearing. Plus it's Old Main where everything echoes. But what really gets me, is the last thing I heard her say: "he's going to be a damn good counselor and do a lot of good for people".
You have no idea how much this means to me. That woman is the entire reason I became *interested* in psychology, and now to hear her say something like that? It's like having your hero tell you you're just like them.
And that makes all this BS worth it.
...sounds stupid and cheesy and overly dramatic, but I want a boyfriend so I can have someone to make me feel better. *pout*
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