Wednesday, November 26, 2003
The homework rush has begun.
I am a stressball.
Every year I don't think I can get it done, but somehow I always do. I hope this is no exception. It could be. Maybe I need to fail a class. I've only failed 2 important things in my life. Maybe 3. First, there was a big project we had to do in grade 5. I did the shoddiest work ever. I failed the project. Second was my first term of English 8. I had just moved out from Ontario, so I give myself some credit there. Third was my soteriology final exam last year. I knew I was passing the class. That didn't help me study.
I'd like to do well, but I just don't care anymore.
Really . . . I don't.
