I am super stressed. Super stressed. So stressed, in fact, that I can’t even begin to comprehend the things that have to/are happening in the next three weeks. I’m more-or-less idling by in my river of denial.
No, I don’t owe Simpson $600 in four days. Nope. I don’t have to get insurance in the next three days in order to fix that. I also have three roommates. Yep. We are not, in fact, rooming with a stranger unless we find some really awesome replacement for my daughter. I did not just find this out ten minutes ago. I am not woefully unprepared for organic chemistry next year. And it is most certainly not my fault for floundering my summer away on sleeping, eating and reading. I am not transferring after this year. Nope.
I do not need to get yet another new phone because the iPhone my brother gave me, as it turns out, is great for those bursts of boredom but can’t make a decent phone call. I do not have to worry about when, oh when, will I take calculus? I do not need to call UCR and ask if calculus is even a pre-req for Physics like it is at Simpson. I do not need to buy a million things for school in the three weeks. School does not start in three weeks. I don’t have to leave in three weeks. I’m not going to be repulsed at what the cafeteria passes off as food in three weeks. My foot is not asleep. I’m not in denial.
This just about sums up my August. Yey.
TP.
...you need a roommate?
ReplyDeletep.s. I like how you wrote this blog. Very clever.
p.p.s. It's gonna be okay Courtneh Wicks! srsly in a nother month, about half this stuff you won't even remember.