Wednesday, February 25, 2004

Today's Onion Headline: "Suborbital Ballistic-Propulsion Engineer Not Exactly A Rocket Scientist"

Music: Lit - Miserable
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Is it even statistically possible to fuck up entirely on every single project you try to accomplish? If not than just call me a phenomenon, because that's exactly what I've managed to do this past half week.

Let's take it day by day.

Monday I had my Human Impact on the Environment test. I just have no clue how I did on it. My biggest worry is that I didn't put enough information in my answers, but I worked up to the last minute. Still, it's been worrisome enough for my to have one of my increasingly frequent anxiety attacks.

Have you ever had an anxiety attack? They're terrible. My breathing speeds up along with my heart and it feels like I'm going to be violently ill. They usually last until the situation giving me the anxiety has been aleviated. The one today lasted the full 52 minutes since we didn't get our tests back. It was terrible. I can't even remember what I took notes on.

Tuesday was the day of that presentation. I crashed an burned. I had to do a presentation on a history book, so I admittedly had to stretch for discussion questions. Unfortunately, no one said a word in response and I studdered so much that I must have seemed really unprepared despite the 25 pages of notes I had sitting in front of me. And Keith took back the class before I was done, so that didn't help me too much. That and my book report was total shit.

Today I had an econ test which left me really hurtin'. I studied for 4 hours, no TV, just instrumental music in the background, just studying. Fat lot of good it did me. I sat down and had yet another attack. I was so busy feeling sick that it took me forever to write anything down and I was panicing so much that I couldn't remember what I had learned. I'm convinced I fucked up royaly. I barely had time to do the essay questions and I don't think my one graph was quite right (this is after I wrote the wrong one to begin with).

Day's still not over, folks. I still had HIE and Spanish. HIE was the site of the 52 minute long anxiety attack mentioned above, and in Spanish I was horrified to learn that my 300 word response paper (which I had cut down massively to at leas come close to the stated word count on the sylabus of 200-250 words) was not long enough when compared to some of the multi-page theses that the other people were handing in. Evidently word got around to everyone but me that the paper *ought* to have been about 2 pages. That and I didn't write up a list of new vocabulary that was supposed to be handed in with the paper. Since Sra. Guerrero is one of the nicest ladies in the world, she's letting me email her the vocab list.

Even still, I'm this close to giving up entirely

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