300 trial, page 21, and other struggles
Today was a long and awful day. Waking up sucked. I couldn't bear to tear myself out of bed for half an hour and ended up not having time to finish breakfast or pack a lunch. First period was fine. Third was great, I love psychology. Fifth wasn't too shabby, but I have a test in it on Friday that I'm screwed for. Seventh was super boring, but otherwise fine. Then came after school--the real hassle. It was work night for newspaper, and what with the Boston trip and everything I'm WAY behind. I had to leave work night early, even though I couldn't really afford to (page 21 needs some serious work) so that I could go to a time trial for indoor track. Which time trial? The 300, my worst race. I was with a group of people who were fast, I felt awkward, I didn't have time to warm up or stretch and I felt so sick after I finished. I made the time, but at what cost? All I wanted to do was go home and curl up in bed with tea and a book but no, I had to go back to newspaper and work on my layout for a little longer before everyone called it a day. It's still not done, we're exporting tomorrow, I'm stressing out. However, I'm not done yet. No, I have to go to the National Honor Society induction ceremony at seven. So I had time to go home, shower, get dressed, eat dinner, and leave. That lasted a little over an hour, which isn't too bad. Now I'm at home trying to figure out how I'm going to tackle all the work I have over the next few days. I might have to cancel the first date I've had in a long time on Saturday because of all the work I have to do. I have so much to catch up on I'm so incredibly stressed. I just want to relax and drink tea and read and braid my hair and look out the window and watch the rain and pet my dog and go to coffee shops and is this really too much to ask? I don't even like running. I hate testing. I just want to cut myself off from responsibility for a little while.