Once again, here I sit. 1:46am. I believe that was the same as the post on the 27th. (I just did a double-check and it is. I thought I might be seeing double but my eyes have not yet failed me) And yes, I have class at 8am; history truly does repeat itself.
I went to bed at, no joke whatsoever, about 7:30 yesterday evening. I was exhausted and my tummy hurt and the only thing that sounded good at all was to call it an early night. Ha, I didn’t get it. I’ve gotten less sleep this last week than I have in a long time and, yet, I cannot get to sleep when my eyelids are heaviest. I woke up at midnight and have been sitting here ever since. I set my alarm for 5:30, Lucinda is coming at 6:20 to pick me up, and I know for a fact that I’ll not sleep between then and now.
School is definitely adding a new level of stress to existing. There is a schedule to my life now. I’ve been away from schedules for so long, it’s not something you miss when it’s gone either. Just having an obligation to be somewhere is a little scary for me. It’s almost like, “You’re having a terrible day but you need to be here by 8am three days a week.” Thankfully I have yet to be in a terrible mood all three days. I think if I were down all three I would, thus, be down for the count. But let’s not get ahead of ourselves, tomorrow is the first “3rd day a week” day. See you in the psych ward.
I was looking on the school website, signed in to their whole student system for keeping track of grades and what have you, and looked at the calendar for English. So that you get the full effect I’ll paste what I saw:
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| Title: | CLASS INTERVIEWS |
| Description: |
TODAY WE WILL GET TO KNOW EACH OTHER WITH SOME INFORMAL INTERVIEWS.
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| Private Event: | No |
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The idea of an interview didn’t frighten me, it’s the little added section that tells me that it is not a “Private Event”. Considering my fear of all things concerning others, this has left me unsettled for the last few hours. I can see it turning out to be one of those things where you go around the room and they ask you stupid questions about yourself:
“State your name and major.”
“Pick one interesting thing about you.”
“What are your hobbies, what do you like to do when not at school.”
These questions scare me, quite honestly. I don’t think there is anything interesting about me, I’m not the kind of person who parades their hobbies in front of the world. I do my own thing and I like it when people stick to theirs. So, for the next six hours, I will be running these questions through my head, endlessly attempting to search for an answer.
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Currently Listening: Chopin – Nocturne no. 1- no. 6
