Exam stress descended upon me yesterday with a vengeance. I am going to die. Or at least fail all my exams and be forced to live under an overpass, begging for change so can feed the cat and take aikido lessons. Or something like that.
I hate the end of the semester. As if stressing out about the exams isn't bad enough by itself, this is when you run out of money, start flipping out about jobs (again), have to make travel plans, and do a hundred other little things that would ordinarily not cause you to sob uncontrollably but because you also have to learn 4 months worth of law so you can spend 4 hours in a sweaty room trying to make sense of it all knowing you will be graded on a curve so how you do is really only half of it, coping just goes right out the door.
And people who are not law students keep telling me I need a break. Feh. That may be true, but the types of breaks I need are very specific. You know, breaks involving food, hugs, a pep talk, and then being gently ushered back to the pile of books with a nice cup or tea and a few kind words. Or the break that comes in knowing you are not actually totally alone, laboring in a vacuum, and that someone will come check on you in an hour or so. Not the break involving some wild tear at a bar or nightclub, or similar.
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Come now Pookie, now we absolutely MUST do something Sunday. I knew this would happen if we missed our weekly bitchfest. Everyone needs that you know. Otherwise you simply chuck the knife and fork from the kitchen drawer and begin to swallow the elephant whole. YOU ARE NOT ALONE. There is always me! :-) Granted, wild monkey sex is not my area of expertise, but pep talks and hot cups of tea with large doses of comfort.
love you,
Theresa
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