My pharm 3 professor hates me. . . .And I hate him right back!!!
Ok, hate is a very strong, very wrong emotion, but I don’t know what else to express. I helped out a couple of students today in Pharm lab, and when he found out, he wrote a red, huge ZERO on my lab report. That’s right. I stood there, helping others as I did my own work, and I was punished for it! If you ask me, those two that I helped should have gotten the zeros–they copied my data number for number out of my lab book! I actually cried over this. I worked through the entire lab and I got a zero. I helped people and I got a zero. Fifteen points that I will never get back.
This is the part where Matt would tell me something that would make me feel better, how well I’ll bounce back, and how I gotta do my assignments and ‘go for it!’ But Matt isn’t here anymore. I ride to school alone. I wander the buildings alone. I sit through lectures alone, scribbling notes on my tear-stained notebooks. I then ride home alone. I can’t gather the strength to do my assignments. I went for coffee the other day and had to leave the coffee shop because the memories were bringing tears to my eyes.
On a good note, Darren is doing excellent in the “normal” class.
My blood sugar is still in the mid-80s/low-90s. I am going to the doctor about this tomorrow. I haven’t been eating right since I went on my crash diet. I’m going through changes that aren’t good. I’ve taken out many of my piercings–ears, nose, and I’ve looked into getting my stamps removed. I’m just not into it anymore. I will be happy again. I know it!
Tomorrow I have a contest planned, so all you music lovers out there, be prepared!