on the university front. Not that great in French though.
Too much shit to do. No way I can turn. Atelier, ISP Essay, le SLAM and the discours itself. I am SO screwed. The good thing: if I crash and burn for the Atelier, my group burns with me. The rest, not so much. But it's worth ten percent. I can forgo ten percent, really. What about the atelier? Worth about the same as a test, which is what, ten percent? That's twenty percent right there. It'll be like my mark will be counted backwards from eighty if I don't do them. I cannot risk that.
Yeah, to top it off, during the worst time ever for emotional anguish, I'm kind of devastated because I think I like someone who will never like me in a million years. No, it's not one of those fangirl crushes, liking someone unattainable or out of your league like a supermodel or rockstar. We're actually friends. Tell me this doesn't suck.
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