I stopped to take a study break at 4:00 and still haven't gotten back to it.
Somehow, between my teacher and my textbook all the life and the drama of the pivotal time I am supposed to be writing my essay over (civil rights movement, 1950s and 60s) has been drained away and I'm actually bored. I can barely concentrate on this stuff in the daytime and here I am, hyped up on stimulants, forcing myself to cram. I'm pretty smart, but not smart enough to take an essay test cold turkey.
I knew I was forgetting something. This week was stacking up to be waaaaay too easy.
The one good thing is, I know this is something I can handle. In high school (hell, even just last year) I gave up too easily. I didn't push myself to achieve what I could, and praised myself for not stressing about things. I was such a silly kid back then. Way back then. Heh.
Invaders keep getting into my thoughts even when I tell them to go away. I don't know how I'm managing without certain people. I guess they were always right when they were telling me I was stronger than I knew.
I do feel remarkably strong lately.
You are reading the life, times, and general musings of Jenna Tollerson. I am an independent web developer living in and around Athens, Georgia, USA. [read more]