This morning was a great morning: Last 8 a.m. Brit Lit class of the semester.
This midmorning was downright lovely: Extreme amounts of studying completed.
This midday was fantastic: English Group project was phe-no-me-nal, in a ginormous way.
This afternoon was...bleh mehak gah dskfljklghasioueorwuouwe.
Last Torrey Class Session of the year (sad face, sad heart).
Enjoyed praying together for one last time as a group.
It was a really good first fifteen minutes of class.
And then my body pulled a fast one on me again.
It felt simply unstable.
My little heart was racing...
I started feeling nauseas...
Dizziness began to cloud my vision...
and I was staking out my route to the trash can, just in case.
This went on for nearly half an hour.
And then I heard the words,
"I feel sick. Can I please leave?"
When I realized that those pathetic words had come out of MY mouth and everyone was staring at ME,
I started crying.
((sometimes my feelings come screaming out of my eyes))
I love me some Xenia, the members of my Torrey Group are so incredible.
So I felt bad for missing this last moment of our being together.
But I went back to my room and schlept it all off.
I'm crossing my fingers for a grand evening.
((Or at least just productive))
Finals week, here I come.
((Tripping along slowly and deeply craving a 3 Musketeers Bar))