I turned in my first research paper, and wrote my first mid term exam.
Sick as a dog. Shaking, shivering and mentally tapped I gave both the exam and paper everything I had literally.
I made my professor aware of my medical condition only in the event that I collapsed she�d know what the deal was.
Life can be so ironic and funny at the same time, depending on one�s sense of humor. Upon hearing I was unwell one female classmate fanned and waved her hands at me as if to say �stay back, or stay away from me I don�t want your eebie geebies.� I ignored her and looked at my prof. stating it wasn�t communicable I�ve been coughing up blood. The offensive female turned around and said �I�m so sorry, I�ll pray for you, here�s my card, if you need me call me.�
I took the card, nodded and said a silent Thank you.
The 2nd offensive female classmate sitting at the same worktable turned and said I�ll remember you in my prayers.
I said thanks and again attempted to resume my exam.
What is so ironic about this?
These are the same 2 females who taunted me as the professor and I engaged in a discussion; which the remainder of the course�s 13 pupils chose not to participate.
In addition to, the 3-ringed circus my job has disintegrated into, I have no energy, desire or time to deal with ignorant people or asinine situations.
I told my dad via email that I�m changing at a rate which is amazing me and scaring me. What am I becoming?
I used to be quick witted and vocal. My come backs make most folks laugh until their sides hurt.
As of late, I find myself sitting and thinking.
Who am I becoming?
And will I like this new �her� when she finally gets here in totality?
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