Was depressed for days and days (okay, since Thursday...) about fucking up my FMC quiz. Like, intense feelings of failure, hopelessness, "I'm going to fucking fail this unit and get kicked out of med and die. Worst of all, I'll have to repeat the year. Worst of all, there is no year below me to repeat! I'm dead. I'm dead. Why did I do this in the first place? What the fuck am I doing here? I hate myself. I hate my life."
I studied the quiz topic and took my second (and last) attempt this morning and dominated the fuck out of it.
Not wanting to count my eggs before they hatch (although I kind of already have as I've just said I fucked that quiz in the hermione) but just sayin', feeling good about it.
This blog has too much stuff about school in it nowadays.
J
About Me
- Junaberry
- I'm a student from Australia who used to have a lot of time on her hands but doesn't have that much anymore. Now she has other stuff on her hands.
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