I want to be like Lucy: valiant, a friend of the trees, and completely in love with the Lion.
10/30/10
Saturday...
10/17/10
update...
9/21/10
highlights of latelies
9/13/10
My latest...
Last week I had a Russian test. I failed. Miserably. Don’t believe me? 39%. I knew I would do badly, I just can’t get the stuff figured out. Studying for that was incredibly stressful and it just made me disgusted with everything to do with that language. Wednesday my friend and I both almost cried during that class. And then Thursday trying to study I just completely broke down. So Wednesday, Thursday, and Friday were incredibly stressful with Russian. To make things worse, my Russian teacher has been very unprofessional in how she talks about the Russian professor I had last semester. I’ll be the first to admit she wasn’t the greatest teacher, but she was my teacher, and I really liked her as a person and I respected her. So for my current professor to be so rude I get pretty upset.
I’m also stressed because I have too many activities. Between 18 hours of school and my activities I have almost no free time. I’m either studying, in class, sleeping, or at one of my activities. I liked the business before, but now it is really starting to stress me out. I don’t want to cut anything out but I know I need to. But I don’t know what.
I really need to just go cry it out. But whenever I’m alone I get all giggly. It’s only when I’m with other people that I feel I’ll explode. It stinks. I need to let it out.
I’m ok though. I’ve decided I’m FINISHED with stress. (I know I decide that like once a week.) I know I will get stressed again. But somewhere in my mind I must remember that in the light of eternity it doesn’t matter. If it takes me seven years to graduate from college, it doesn’t matter. If I have to wait seven years to get into my field, it doesn’t matter. If people hate me, it doesn’t matter. No matter what they think of me, it doesn’t matter. It doesn’t really matter. I’m TIRED of looking to the broken culture around me for guidance. I’m TIRED of pretending to be the same. I’m TIRED of keeping quiet when something makes me passionate. I’m TIRED of being afraid. And yeah, I can shout this out through ink all I want. That’s not difficult at all. No risk. I’m TIRED of not taking a risk because I am too afraid that this culture will reject me. I’m tired of being afraid of this culture. Tired Tired Tired.
wow that ended up being about something completely different than how it started. ha. doesn’t it always happen that way.