If I were THAT smart, I wouldn't need to study.
I also don't feel Iike studying. The past several weeks have been horribly stressful, because of the problems I have had at school, which don't seem to be over. That's in addition to it being the end of the semester, when nobody feels like studying.
For the past few weeks, I have had so much stress that it was very difficult for me to concentrate enough to study for this test. It's upsetting; I got an A on every math test that I took this semester, and to have all that work jeopardized because of the immaturity and dishonesty of some people at my school is horrible.
When I was homeless during the first half of the semester, I prioritized studying and doing my homework for my math class, because it was my most difficult class. I spent hours at a time at the Women's Center, grateful when there was an empty room that had a desk or table where I could have some quiet.
Being homeless is grueling, and yet I think I have all As this semester. The thought of that all being ruined by lies has had me thinking several times over the past few weeks of trying to get into a mental health facility, which is where I'll probably need to be for a while if I get punished for what other people did.
Copyright L. Kochman, May 13, 2016 @ 1:58 p.m.
