Wow

I knew this week was going to be tough and yet I did nothing to make things easier for myself. Having to to take three tests in three consecutive days really takes a lot out of you, especially when your preparedness is close to nil, though it's not exactly the tests that broke me.

I tend to bottle up my emotions until it takes very little to tip me over the edge. This time it was losing my school id, which doubles as my buss pass, that did me in. I had a specific study schedule planned for Monday. Losing that card screwed everything up. I ripped my room apart, stormed around my apartment for an hour, seething, and eventually broke down into a pile on the floor. In was that moment I had realized  the situation I was in.

Over the past few weeks I have been incredibly busy getting settled back into school and moving into a new apartment. There was no time to get stressed out, or reflect on what was going on. My only option was to buck up and do it. Now that things have slowed down a bit, it was just my luck that a miserable holiday like Valentine's Day would rear it's ugly head, reminding me that I am alone once again. New Mexico truly is the Land of Entraptment; I thought I had escaped, yet six months later here I am.

I'm fairly sure I bombed those tests...

To make long story short, I've decided to cut my losses and get over it (or try to at least). After all, I still have the rest of the semester to prove my *~star pupil~* capabilities. This was just a bump in the road. I suppose it's good I got it out of the way.

So that this post isn't a complete drag, I'm willing to share a Valentine I received from my cousin in Papua New Guinea:

xoxo

-Stael