Add two parts frustration, four parts too much due at once, and one part bruised ego. Mix in some restlessness and you’ve got a meltdown souffle. I am missing deadlines left and right. I cried a bunch last night and took a long bath. I’m ready for spring break to start, although now, I will have atleast 2 papers I need to catch up on during the break. One good thing is that I had my midterm presentation in my critical whiteness studies class and did just fine. I almost didn’t go to class. I just kept thinking about how much worse things would be if i didn’t go. And I was right. 90% of life is just showing up. Woody Allen said that. I guess he’s right… Big jerk.
recipe for a melt down
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