I'll Attack:Day 2
You know those days that you think are going to go extremely well but you are proven wrong within the first few minutes of it? That was today for me.
I woke up with the hugest tired headache I have had in a while, limped to the bathroom with a huge cramp in my leg (I must have slept wrong), and was pimping the mid-cycle look (hunched over, nauseated and holding stomach, feverish and clammy forehead). My hair was its usual mess, but I can only do so much with these really bad scarves i have been testing out...
I made it down to breakfast, worked my way around studying for the hugest exam ever, and ate some generic chocolate cereal puff thingies. I talked about ghetto food--chitlins, greens, and fat backs to one of my leaders of UB, then rushed off to the exam--late.
I'm not even going to say how bad it was, but I honestly held my head in my hands for a good 10 mins before realizing that it would take a miracle for me to be able to pass it. I was one of the few people left in the classroom, two others i believe to also have been dumbfounded out of their brains to another really sucky place in Hades.
I left there with a headache and hunger pains. I then tried to make my day brighter by listening to some music on Y! and playing a few games of Gin, while checking my email. Boy emailed me, and I returned the favor. I lost really badly in the end, but I didnt care. I wanted to eat.
Then i found out that the story that I had written, my article on my program had been not only mis labeled (that someone else wrote it), bt the people in it, my sources had been misquoted. Now I dont know how the workings of newspapers are today, but that aint right. The few edits my boss had mentioned turned out to be so bad, that I ended up misquoting myself! How on earth? One of my sources had pointed out to me that she was misquoted, so How does that make me, the writer, look?
Now I am at work, trying not to disagree with what she did in order to keep up with my work. She continues to compliment me but I dont know why, everything I do, or will do, will eventually be changed to her liking. I had to email this article to other newspapers, (which i thought i was writing for the gazette, but really for the bridge under her name) and fax it to other writers for her.
I am working on another article, with many things that are simply me, not her and not other people. I dont know how she will manage to make it her own but whatever.
Now I really just have a headache and I just took a 600 to alleviate the pain. I have to go to bible study today. whoo. Maybe I'll like this time more than last time. And maybe tomorrow will be better than today. And maybe boy will call me and listen to me talk at him. hmm.
I woke up with the hugest tired headache I have had in a while, limped to the bathroom with a huge cramp in my leg (I must have slept wrong), and was pimping the mid-cycle look (hunched over, nauseated and holding stomach, feverish and clammy forehead). My hair was its usual mess, but I can only do so much with these really bad scarves i have been testing out...
I made it down to breakfast, worked my way around studying for the hugest exam ever, and ate some generic chocolate cereal puff thingies. I talked about ghetto food--chitlins, greens, and fat backs to one of my leaders of UB, then rushed off to the exam--late.
I'm not even going to say how bad it was, but I honestly held my head in my hands for a good 10 mins before realizing that it would take a miracle for me to be able to pass it. I was one of the few people left in the classroom, two others i believe to also have been dumbfounded out of their brains to another really sucky place in Hades.
I left there with a headache and hunger pains. I then tried to make my day brighter by listening to some music on Y! and playing a few games of Gin, while checking my email. Boy emailed me, and I returned the favor. I lost really badly in the end, but I didnt care. I wanted to eat.
Then i found out that the story that I had written, my article on my program had been not only mis labeled (that someone else wrote it), bt the people in it, my sources had been misquoted. Now I dont know how the workings of newspapers are today, but that aint right. The few edits my boss had mentioned turned out to be so bad, that I ended up misquoting myself! How on earth? One of my sources had pointed out to me that she was misquoted, so How does that make me, the writer, look?
Now I am at work, trying not to disagree with what she did in order to keep up with my work. She continues to compliment me but I dont know why, everything I do, or will do, will eventually be changed to her liking. I had to email this article to other newspapers, (which i thought i was writing for the gazette, but really for the bridge under her name) and fax it to other writers for her.
I am working on another article, with many things that are simply me, not her and not other people. I dont know how she will manage to make it her own but whatever.
Now I really just have a headache and I just took a 600 to alleviate the pain. I have to go to bible study today. whoo. Maybe I'll like this time more than last time. And maybe tomorrow will be better than today. And maybe boy will call me and listen to me talk at him. hmm.
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