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Good job Puri, skipping bringing your music because you knew you wouldn't make it back to Choir on time if you did. Go figures, what a disaster it was either way. It's so humiliating. I expected the teacher to stop me and say she's "concerned" (aka the nice way of saying, "these are the things you're doing wrong in my class").
What a horrible day. I wonder if my Koiseru Purin bracelet falling off and getting lost is a sign.
Nothing makes you feel like a failure and realize you're absolutely horrific at your best talents than college. I can feel the message oozing everywhere that I'm not fit to survive independently and I'm going to end up a bum in the streets who always needs money. I can't even follow through with any plans I make. I still keep missing classes by accident. (See: Rhetoric and Choir. At this point, Puri's pretty sure she'll wave the rest of her GPA good-bye) I can't get organized for the life of me. No method works: I'd scribble in an agenda stuff I'd need to do and shelve the book somewhere and forget about it. Same with calenders, I almost never use them and if I do, it's a short time before I ignore it later. Maybe I'm not cut for this? I feel absolutely miserable. Even my Dad says he's sending money to keep me in college so if I don't get out of probation and improve my GPA, I've basically wasted my family's money, which is a shaky issue by itself in the first place.
It's so embarrassing I constantly have to look up my cell phone number, because I almost never call anyone in my phone in the first place. (I only receive calls and even then, I'm never comfortable talking on the phone for long)
Dad says I'm gonna make As in all my classes. I figured he was being quixotic and it looks like I was right. :(
What a horrible day. I wonder if my Koiseru Purin bracelet falling off and getting lost is a sign.
Nothing makes you feel like a failure and realize you're absolutely horrific at your best talents than college. I can feel the message oozing everywhere that I'm not fit to survive independently and I'm going to end up a bum in the streets who always needs money. I can't even follow through with any plans I make. I still keep missing classes by accident. (See: Rhetoric and Choir. At this point, Puri's pretty sure she'll wave the rest of her GPA good-bye) I can't get organized for the life of me. No method works: I'd scribble in an agenda stuff I'd need to do and shelve the book somewhere and forget about it. Same with calenders, I almost never use them and if I do, it's a short time before I ignore it later. Maybe I'm not cut for this? I feel absolutely miserable. Even my Dad says he's sending money to keep me in college so if I don't get out of probation and improve my GPA, I've basically wasted my family's money, which is a shaky issue by itself in the first place.
It's so embarrassing I constantly have to look up my cell phone number, because I almost never call anyone in my phone in the first place. (I only receive calls and even then, I'm never comfortable talking on the phone for long)
Dad says I'm gonna make As in all my classes. I figured he was being quixotic and it looks like I was right. :(
