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I just dropped the Ancient Comedies class. I'm recognizing my limits early on so I don't drag down my GPA any more.

I am ignoring the nagging sense of personal failure.

Some camps wisely suggest I drop this job and find something more reasonable along work-study lines. Other camps (the ones that feed and house me) insist that I need to hold onto this job as long as possible and if that means dropping a class, so be it.

As for me, I cannot muster the energy to do things that I know I should do, school-wise. (Three major ones: try and get into that honours class, get those damn anthro credits transferred, and call my Feminism professor about the final I missed last semester, resulting in a C, dragging down my average considerably.) They all involve seeking out and reasoning with authority figures, a daunting task for me under the least stressful of circumstances, and right now, I barely have time to be writing this right now, I have such an enormous pile of work on my desk right now.

My nonconfrontational, hiding-under-the-bed nature is running me into trouble now. Courage? To leave this job, to seek my grades, credits and classes? None.

Oh, god.

Why are you in Tavie's head? 12:47 PM | shower me with attention