See?? Didn’t I tell you it was coming?? I could just feel it. Anyhow, during my Emily Dickenson class (the one that brought on the meltdown) last night, my prof. asked us how we were doing with our papers. At that point, I just couldn’t handle it anymore and started to cry. Yup. Real tears. To my credit, I managed to make a case for my stress. I said that I felt I was getting the shaft in this class because I had to spend so much time on my paper that I couldn’t devote nearly as much time as I should have to the readings. My friend backed me up by saying, “I write as much as I can until I have to, you know, go to *work*.” Lol, she said this with a strong glare at the people who insisted we all write more. Go Krista!! Anyhow, long story short, we no longer have to write weekly papers!! YAY!!! I know we have a lot of reading in the class, but at least that’s manageable. What’s even funnier is that I had 3 people come up to me after class and tell me that if I hadn’t cried, they would have. Glad to know the sacrifice of my dignity was for the good of the class. Oh yeah, and my prof. did apologize for making me cry. It’s all good now.
Just a minor psychotic breakdown
October 8, 2004 by Kim
