So I’ve been trying to get this psychology essay done for the past day and a half, but it’s been insanely difficult due to the anxiety and depression about it. I’m feverishly trying to write right now but it’s not coming quickly at all and I can’t focus.
On top of that, I just received an email from my teacher that the essay has to be in in a half an hour. I thought I had the rest of the night, but apparently not. I’ve got barely anything done besides my fucking outline and now I’m halfway to a panic attack and the only thing keeping me from going full-blown panic is keeping myself distracted from the paper.
I know if I did well enough, I believe above an 85, on the final exam, I can still pass the class without having to complete the essay. Obviously I still wanted to have SOME grade for it, but at this point I don’t know if I can even get it in at all. I definitely can’t make her new deadline (hell I think I may have already passed it), and the panic is making it impossible to work at even a slow pace. So now I don’t know what to do and I’m fucking terrified.
boy geniuses… red shirts… blue pants… I demand an explanation
“Are there any Seniors in this class?”
/Zoom out to reveal only the two art students who don’t give a rats ass about the class raising their hands/
“Okay, you’ll be turning your papers in early”
In short, we’re boned.
Finally, the truth comes out from the horse’s mouth - or in this case, the Master:
As if I needed another reason to despise the Green Lantern movie.
Seriously, fuck everyone who thought anything in that wretch of a film was a good idea.
I can’t tell whether I’m excited or horrified.
Now I have to go down to the basement to check the circuit breaker. Alone.
I’m gonna need a blunt object.
So all she does is stand up at her podium and talk at us about the art she put in her power point, the only real assignments are a research paper and two take home exams, and now all the information she’s given us is readily available to us whenever we need it.
Soooooo… why do I have to come to class again?
Now I’m just sitting here, trying to figure out what to do with myself seeing as I can’t sleep.
But I don’t want to do anything.
Fuck. I don’t even know what I’m doing anymore, I just feel like shit.
seriously DO NOT CLICK THESE POSTS
signal boost :c
my dashboard is all fucked up because of this as well
how do i fix it???
I don’t even think I clicked it. It just happened. I THINK I’ve fixed it by deleting every post from my own blog and then promptly changing my password. Good luck to everyone.
Now I can actually take the time to nurse this fucking sickness I seem to have contracted.
And I still want to see the Avengers again. :P
You are a moron who should still be in middle school because you think boobies should be a reward for being nice.
If you SERIOUSLY cannot handle a friendship with a woman, a platonic friendship, you are a pathetic waste. Really? You only invest yourself for sex? Grow up.
Real people are perfectly capable of carrying on friendships without wondering when they’ll get laid for all their trouble. You’re not a human being you are a gross pile of hormones and I certainly won’t regret losing a “friendship” if the only reason we had it in the first place was because you wanted to bang me.
In conclusion, this is not a real thing so stop pretending it is.
ENTER THE VORTEX! YOU WILL BE ASSIMILATED!
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