Finals Week.

I am already freaking out. Every night as I lie in bed just about to fall asleep I remember all the things that I have to do this week. My eyes burst open and I lay there trembling with fear. I would punch myself in the face for not getting things done earlier, but I am frozen with fear and regret. This always happens. Always. I never learn from my mistakes. I never learn that procrastination only makes you stressed, weak, and prone to sickness.

I would have just punched my self in the face for writing a blog post instead of an essay but I was frozen with fear and regret. Also… That self inflicted injury might make me NOT be able to write my essay. Maybe not. Because right now my body is pretty weak due to my procrastination and stress.

Oh. Such a vicious cycle.

If you don’t hear from me by Friday… I have probably died.

Wish me luck.

Carli

This is a Test.

This is a test.

I look like a mess.

Hair in a craze, eyes in a daze.

“To much information…” I say.

Memorizing dates, definitions, and names, all to get that beloved grade A.

Finally I sit in an unfamiliar room. I better not have forgotten my #2.

I look at the test with fear in my eyes.

The format is hard to read.

I am pleading with God to help me to remember everything. 

I cannot recall what happens between the start and finish, but im left feeling weak and famished. 

I walk down the short hall to see my score upon the wall.

I am disappointed. 

That is all.