Whoever said this apparently wasn't in the midst of writing a senior thesis.
Of course, I know this is a tiny blip in the grand scheme of things called Life, but right now it's pretty much the The Biggest Deal Ever and it's seriously stressing me out. And don't get me wrong - I am blessed, knock on wood: I'm attractive, I'm smart, I'm healthy. I have great friends, a wonderful family, the best boyfriend I could ask for. I've been given some amazing opportunities.
But that doesn't mean I'm immune to stress.
In addition to my thesis (a full length screenplay), I also have rewrites of a short story, and a 10 page religion paper due, all in early-mid December. I'm also working an internship that requires some nights and weekends. All of this has left me in a semi-permanent state of:
I think it might be because this is the first semester that I've really had to bust my ass. School has always been easy for me; I am one of those students who can get As with very little effort. I can count on one hand how many times I actually did all of the assigned reading for my classes - I was born with the gift of being a master bullshitter. But I don't think that's going to fly this time. I might actually get...Bs.
I am trying to see the light at the end of the tunnel. I only have a little over a month until everything dies down, which isn't a long time at all. I plan on going out on the town once all of this crap is over.
"Stressed" spelled backwards is "desserts," which I am pretty sure is code for alcohol.
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