Once again, things are coming apart at the seams. Why do you bother reading here anymore? We know what it will say: "I'm overhwelmed blah blah blah boys blah blah schoolwork is too much blah blah my own fault blah blah tears blah blah boys again blah blah to- do list."
Well, I suppose today is to-do list day.
-Get advised, even though you're already a day behind
-Meet with French teacher about what you missed this morning due to alarm clock malfunction
-Get at least starting coat of compressed charcoal on drawing
-Physical therapy appointment at 3:30
-Math Test at 6:30 tomorrow, which you haven't studied for enough
-Engish Midterm tomorrow 9:30
-Read for Blount and have outline for project done [this feels impossible]
-Work tonight from 5-8:30
-Finish homecoming display by Friday
-Get ready for DC next week, and explain to your teachers how much class you have to miss
-Keep personal life personal
-Remember basic things: eat, sleep, cellular function
I have not been myself this semester. I have been a complete slacker, the worst procrastination I've been a part of in a long time. I am not taking care of myself, I am not taking care of business. I am so afraid I am going to fail. My personal life is in utter upheaval. That is, by no means, helping.
But I totally have time to blog about my problems. Yes, that make sense.
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"Can one really die of chagrin?" I asked Tante Atie in the van on the way back.
She said it was not a sudden illness, but something that could kill you slowly, taking a small piece of you every day until one day it finally takes all of you away.
"How can we keep that from happening to us?" I asked.
"We don't choose it," she said, "it chooses us. A horse has four legs, but it can fall anyway."
She told me about a group of people in Guinea who carry the sky on their heads. They are the people of Creation. Strong, tall, and mighty people who can bear anything. Their Maker, she said, gives them the sky to carry because they are strong. These people do not know who they are, but if you see a lot of trouble in your life, it is because you were chosen to carry part of the sky on your head.
Excerpt from Breath, Eyes, Memory
by Edwidge Danticat
DC? What are you going up there for?
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