*Things have not been going well lately. If you know me, you know I get stressed and freak out easily, which makes school a real pain.
On top of my five extremely demanding (mostly research and project heavy) classes, I run the campus paper and work on the campus TV station. These are huge time commitments and not things I can blow off if I need more study time or homework time.
Earlier this week we were nearing our Tuesday noon deadline to send the paper to print when I got a call from our adviser telling me two stories needed work. Ugh. So I go into the office and start working. Obviously I can't not go in, or else the paper wouldn't be finished.
I worked, and worked, and worked. I worked right through my science class, which we normally don't do much in, but I need to go to that class. I have so much trouble with science and math that it's nearly impossible for me to understand unless I hear it reiterated for me.
And of course the day I missed the class my professor announced there would be a test the next class and went over a bunch of review material. He posted review questions on our class page and I looked them over, but got so frustrated by the fact that I didn't remember a damn thing that I just quit.
I failed the test and failed it hard.
Obviously this stressed me out. I was upset with myself, upset with the situation, upset with the fact that I know I could have done better but I just didn't try.
Needless to say I'm struggling. With school, with myself, with my faith, everything. I'm doing my best to remind myself that God will not give me anything I can't handle, and that taking deep breaths is key to keeping my sanity.
That said, please forgive me, dear readers, if I'm a little MIA while I try to get myself together. This week is going to be a catch-up week for school followed by a long weekend at the lake doing homework and