Yea, I was feeling a little depressed and obsessed, but then I wrote a 700 word poem about a guy I like, and now I feel better.
Like I can finally get back to thinking about school. Which I am partially failing, what with finals week being upon me and all of my assignments being due in the same four day period. Failing is a strong term, I only failed one assignment that the teacher decided to suddenly enforce a strict grading code on, when he’s been wishy washy the rest of the semester…But, one D amongst a field of As and Bs shouldn’t be too bad. It’s not like I didn’t try, I merely followed the instructions and didn’t try to overachieve and look beyond them to make sure it covered what previous assignments covered. Nor did I read the instructions more than several times….And reading them again, I blame the professor.
I would blame myself, but I definitely followed instructions and simply did not do more than he instructed us to do, and as his instructions were rather pathetic, I suppose my assignment turned out pathetic.
My fault for following his instructions.
Just a week of this left.