|May 11 2011|
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(5/10/2011; about Macroeconomics midterm)
After procrastinating quite a bit, because I just couldn't get myself to really study (I was really nervous), I went to sleep a few hours, feeling badly enough that I took 1 mg of clonazepam before bed, at like, 5 AM. I awoke panicking at 8 AM, trembled my way to my med cab, downed 2 mg more, and went back to bed.
So, 2 hours later, here I am, nervous as all but awake and aware (not even a little bit loopy), and going to the darn thing anyway. I'm not going to do well, but It'll give me a chance instead of automatically flunking me. And as terrified as I am, I want that chance so bad, you guys. I just hope that whatever bad grade I get today, I can make up for, and that I don't crash right in the middle of it.
But going means I have to face it.
I'm terrified and determined and really kind if proud. This is quite the leap of faith in... myself.
Whish me luck? I'll call it a day if I can get a grade right between failing a passing, and can get over there and back in one piece.
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