Everybody looks at me as if they think I know

[fellmama]

So.
Long story short, I didn't get to see David Sedaris, really. But I now have an autographed book that reads: "To Mary--it could be worse." More details later.

I am feeling . . . out of sync with everything. Like I'm out of place everywhere I go. I'm always falling asleep in Latin, and everyone hates me because I put in no visible effort but always know the answer. In Greek, on the other hand, I feel like a total idiot because I NEVER know the answer. And Dana always has his pity face on. Everyone but Dianne hates me in Vandiver's class because I talk too much. My thesis blows, but it is done--if Kyra will just SIGN THE DAMN PIECE OF PAPER. Schwa kicks ass, but I'm all frustrated because I didn't get a solo I *should* have had. Which is all petty and stuff, but . . . I was better, okay? I'm not saying I was best, but I was better. And I had nothing to do with arranging what we're singing, which I'm okay with, but I don't feel qualified to comment on what sounds bad/good. And then I get frustrated because it sounds bad.
Also, I fell down Friday and got this MASSIVE bruise on my shin. It's seriously the entire front of my leg. And it hurts like a sonofabitch. There's an extremely ugly bruise on my foot, too. I have no idea how I got that. Maybe fallout from the same incident?

I've outgrown Whitman, but I don't want to leave. God, next fall is going to suck. It will be like freshman year, only worse.

Comments

[bougival.livejournal.com]

No we don't. We are all way too worried about when she's going to call on us to even notice whether you put any effort into it. And you were there on Tuesday which made me endlessly happy (misery loves company).

[colvincd.livejournal.com]

Just remind Kyra that when she was your age, her Thesis sucked too. I'm sure that will help.

[superquail.livejournal.com]

It's almost over, g. You're almost there. And then you'll be in Cornell before you know it and none of this will matter any more. I promise.

[zoing.livejournal.com]

It could be worse...I fell in the seats during tech, in front of a bunch of people mind you. I tripped over an extension cord and went airborne. Long story short, I ended up with my head 6 inches from the floor and legs up in the air and an horrific bruise on my boob. That's right, my BOOB, and said boob hurt for two days.