I dreamed a dream in time gone by, when grades were high and fucks worth giving. I dreamed no test would make me cry, I dreamed that curves would be forgiving. Then I was young and unprepared, and A’s were made and used and wasted. There were no extensions to be begged, no nights unslept, no effort wasted. But the finals come at last, with their laughter soft as thunder, as they tear your grades apart, as they turn your dream to shame.
i cannot eat anything on this island. i have gotten sick SO many times. honestly, when i go back home my dr. is probably going to think that i am bulimic because of how many times i have thrown up in 3 months. it’s just that EVERYTHING on this island has gluten. i TRY to be careful…ugh.
today was fun (not). 50 questions into my 80 question final i got really sick. like, realllly sick. i almost threw up all over the test. so i had to rush through to try to finish my test and get back to my room quickly. now i can’t stop throwing up and it’s miserable. and i have a huge final tomorrow that i SHOULD be studying for.
get me off this island. i need to go home.