Originally written 8.24.06
We have a love/hate relationship, school and I. I am now in my last year, sitting in my last class for the day, and suffering beyond description. It’s 8:20pm. I started my day off with a 10am class and I’ve lasted through 5 classes. I was crazy to create such a schedule. Just crazy. It’s only the first week of classes, but it feels like a month. I’ve already stayed up two nights to read for my six classes. I’ve already gone through the ups and downs of drama with “the mean girls,” the ones from last year (look at past blogs). Ugh I can’t stand them! Correction – I really don’t mind their presence, but there’s only one sticky issue. A still talks to them…or only one of them. That’s still enough to make me cringe.
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