I'm home from school. Missed CS class because I couldn't drag myself out of bed in time. Went to Linear Algebra because I don't dare miss that class. Found out I made a 2/10 on the last quiz. Went to the scholarship office for an update. They let me drop it. Got a stern warning that I wouldn't be able to do that again. I wish I could say I felt relief or anything good, but I just don't right now.
I came home. I didn't go to tutoring. I am pretty sure I've been running a fever off and on since I've been awake. Hot one minute, chills the next. My antibiotic makes me nauseated and drowsy. I'm taking a nap. Maybe I will feel better physically, and better about life in general, when I wake up. I sure hope so.
Emailed Dr. Kim to see if I could still come to class and take notes. Maybe she'll let me. I need to be as prepared as possible for the next go round with L.A., for I have been warned that there is no way out. How's that for scary?
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