Neh I totally bombed my slam poetry. I can say it and practuce it as much as I want before class but it'll never fix the fear I have of that class. I had a mini panic attack and excused myself two stanzas into my piece.
It was bad. T.T
At least the worst is over. Next I have the interveiw and then the shitter classes. I hate English right now cause my teacher is being a b***h. She doesn't put the assaignments online yet expects us to be able to do them when we're absent, claiming they're there. None of us could find it and we searched through ALL the folders. >.> b***h.
Sometimes I really hate college...
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Fragmented Self who wanders through life like a dreamer and wades through the river of dreams as though it were the only truth left in this world
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