I cried after I got off the phone with the assistant to the Dean, then promptly wiped my tears away and wrote a blog post. After I got done pecking at the keyboard, my girlfriend asked me if I felt better. I did, but only a little. I was still a bit tense and felt that way for the rest of the evening.
Before I went to bed early last night, I grabbed my iPhone and set the alarm for 4 am. I laughed at myself. I knew I desperately needed to prep for my two quizes and finish my history essay, but I was too exhausted to finish it at night. I also knew that if I didn't wake up with my alarm in the morning, I was going to be royally fucked because classes start at 9 and I leave the house around 8. There was no wiggle room to do everything I needed to do. Plus, six hours of sleep was a lot better than nothing.
When my alarm went off at 4 am, I sighed and rolled over. I held the phone tightly and muttered "fifteen more minutes, please". At 4:15, when the alarm went off, I got up. I waddled into the bathroom, washed my face, brushed my teeth, and promptly headed over to the coffee machine. And then? I studied for 4 hours. Like a rockstar.
When I went to class, I was READY for my first quiz for sure. I was going to show that douche bag. As he was handing out the quizzes, he told us to get out our notes because quizzes are always open book. I've never been more proud that I take kick ass TYPED notes in my life. I didn't need it though, except when I was finished to double check my work.
After Trig, I went to History and handed in my lovely typed essay. I knew after I was done with German, I would have an hour and a half to prepare for my Precal quiz.
And then I get to Precal and he says the quiz will be next week. Just like that, my stress went away. I felt better about my schooling. I'm going to be alright. I can do this. I've never let a douche bag get between me and my goals before and I am not going to start now.
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