Holy Smokes

Wow, so its Wednesday and I've only posted once this week. My apologies all you avid readers (though I'm sure your few and far between). This week, although is free of exams, is still a rather challenging week to get through. It seems as if the professors don't think we deserve a break on what we have accomplished thus far. Oh no, by-golly, in this last week of school before a measly one week off we better damn well earn some vacation time. And to top it off, just in case you were disappointed that there was a week in there that you could actually be doing something useful- say, I don't know, sleeping since you haven't done that in at least a month- GUESS WHAT! we're going to make sure you have plenty of work to do while your at home... because GUESS WHAT! you have exams the week you come back! Midterm time. Yeah. Doesn't that just make you want to run off to college right now?

Okay, so if I wasn't in school right now, sure I'd be pulling minimum wage at some miserable job; but I'm sure I'll be doing that here soon too- because college sure as hell isn't cheap and I'm already enough of a financial burden on my family. I mean, how many of your 15 year old brothers have lent you 4 grand, and charged you interest out the ear? And then on top of that you feel guilty for taking his money. And the rest of your families at any given time. BUT if you've done all that, made it through college, and had a job the whole time, did you manage to get a 3.8 GPA? 'Cuse if you did your my new best friend, and coming with me to all my classes so I can get my grade up from this 2.78. Oh, and your teaching me some marketable skill that lets me study my ass off while still making some money.

...And on top of everything, my Animal Poultry Science Survey class (pretty much mass advising for freshmen in my major) is stressing me out. It's meant to qualm all my anxieties but instead its doing quite the opposite. DO YOU KNOW HOW HARD IT IS TO GET INTO VET SCHOOL?!?! I do. And I'm reminded every goddamn week. Doesn't that seem a little discouraging?

Now, since I'm sure me bitching is pretty dull- or if your my mother, a tad bit worrying. I apologize. (Have you noticed, thats most of what I do... apologize. I'm pretty damn empathic and I hate to make people feel bad... Even if I am a total bitch to someone there's a good chance I'll go back and say I'm sorry BECAUSE I JUST CAN'T LIVE WITH MYSELF IF I DON'T) I do have to say for myself that the regression of my corpus luteum is making me angry, and sad, and well all sorts of things. The follicle getting ready to take its place, and the lack of estrogen and progesterone currently in my body surely makes them not my friends. DAMN YOU PROSTAGLANDIN.