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Everything seems to be going wrong. Tanaka-sensei sprang our Japanese skit on us yesterday, and it's due Thursday (whatever happened to the extra week we always get to work on it?); I've still got to finish my first rewrite for English tonight; we were supposed to film our German video project last night, but I couldn't get the camera so we have to do it Wednesday and hope we finish in time for the meeting I need to go to; and I just found out last night that we have a presentation in German today, and I had NO time to work on it at all. I'm going to have to throw myself at Olivia's feet and beg for an extension, if only to be graded on the content and not the actual participation.
Oh, and our Health teacher offered extra credit packets that we could turn in to our lab instructor, but only brought enough for half the class, and basically told the rest of us that we were shit out of luck if we weren't fast enough to get a packet. She didn't offer any alternative methods of getting that extra credit, she didn't bring enough for the class, and there's no point in e-mailing her about because she never answers her damn e-mails.
The only good thing that happened yesterday was that I found out two things - (1) our second rewrite isn't due until next week, not this Thursday like I thought it was, and (2) I don't have to work at all this week, so I actually have some time to try and get things done.
I just feel so very, very tightly wound, and I'm almost afraid to go lunch this week for fear I'm going to start screaming and not stop. For some reason I'm getting horribly irritated by small things my friends to that usually don't bother me at all, and I really don't want to snap and take out my stress on them. I'd rather focus on one or two people at a time (which is what I need to do with everything else, anyway), which will probably keep me from completely overloading.
I've also managed to get myself upset about some silly, immature thing that I'm afraid to admit to most people, for fear they'll think I'm being petty. I mean, in the long run it really doesn't matter, but right now it's just making me feel even more insecure.
Oh, and our Health teacher offered extra credit packets that we could turn in to our lab instructor, but only brought enough for half the class, and basically told the rest of us that we were shit out of luck if we weren't fast enough to get a packet. She didn't offer any alternative methods of getting that extra credit, she didn't bring enough for the class, and there's no point in e-mailing her about because she never answers her damn e-mails.
The only good thing that happened yesterday was that I found out two things - (1) our second rewrite isn't due until next week, not this Thursday like I thought it was, and (2) I don't have to work at all this week, so I actually have some time to try and get things done.
I just feel so very, very tightly wound, and I'm almost afraid to go lunch this week for fear I'm going to start screaming and not stop. For some reason I'm getting horribly irritated by small things my friends to that usually don't bother me at all, and I really don't want to snap and take out my stress on them. I'd rather focus on one or two people at a time (which is what I need to do with everything else, anyway), which will probably keep me from completely overloading.
I've also managed to get myself upset about some silly, immature thing that I'm afraid to admit to most people, for fear they'll think I'm being petty. I mean, in the long run it really doesn't matter, but right now it's just making me feel even more insecure.