I hate that my teacher loves me 8th hour. And I hate that I always have to offer to do things for her just so that I don't stress her out more than she already always is. Like today, when I offered to edit 4 other kid's papers, on top of the three others I was already committed to. All by tomorrow, nonetheless. And today was going wonderfully because Mom said I don't have to go to school tomorrow, but I'm starting to reconsider...Not.
Also, I have to have them edit my story, which I'm not even sure I'm comfortable with...Personally, for her sake, I think it's a waste of time because it's not even for class, and she knows that because I'm not even really a student in that class, more or less just someone who takes up a chair and doesn't look up once from her notebook the entire period (nerd...judge me) But let's be serious. That just adds more stress because now I have to make sure I have my story done by tonight, when really I don't even need it done, and I can continue writing it without those other people's feedback, which probably won't even be much, other than Jay's, because I love her.
I need my journalism newsletter finished too. Because again, Mr. Callahan is pretty much the nicest, so I can't let the man down considering he'll probably use it for SOME sort of example or something for the newspaper or whatever, like he does with pretty much ALL my work.
I might as well major in "The study of being Overwhelmed" at CMU, or BGU, or SIU, or OSU, or BSU (haven't quite picked) because I can hardly make it out of Junior year alive with all this work, which is so pathetic? And I'm sorry if there is someone reading this already out in college, listening to me complain about the amount of work I have. Go to the top left and click 'Next Blog' because I could go on all day...
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