Dear Professor, I truly apologize for my blogging, or lack there of. I'm sure you can find it somewhere deep down in your heart, stuffed down in between all of the failed grades and futures you helped to ruin, to forgive me. Anyways... Turns out today is Tuesday and although Wednesday and Tuesday fall next to one another on a calendar, I'm not really following the right sequencing. My apologies. My life has been a bundle of every emotion you hope to avoid this past week and although I've only been awake for 2 hours, I feel as if it's safe to say we're on downward spiral. The concept that this constant party I've been calling "college" is going to effect what kind of retirement plan I'll have in 50 years is completely and totally scaring the crap out of me. I have no plans, just a big pile of dreams that currently are looking like the closest thing to impossible I've ever encountered. I want to be a sports broadcaster and a wedding planner and a physical therapy assistant and a baker and an entrepreneur and a journalist and a PR person; damn it, I just want to be successful. I am already sick of jumping through people's hoops to take pointless classes and listen to teacher's ramble on about things with no importance to my life. PANIC--- that's the only word that can even come close to describing my current state of mind. I can't even begin to write like normal because I feel like I have a siren blaring in my head; possibly a warning my brain is about to erupt. Looks like this semester is going to result with my head being shoved so far in a book that my next moment of happiness lies somewhere beyond December 9th and saying adios to Gainesville State College.
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