I don't think it's a secret I've been a in a bit of an emotional slump for the past few weeks. I guess the winter blahs are just settling in to affect me for the coming months.
Tuesday I did not go to a lecture. I didn't want to face the reality I might fail a class (my group project team refuses to meet on a day other than when I have work), but then I received an email from my professor.
Okay, so the group project is only a small part of why my grade is suffering in the class. I haven't done any of the online portion for more than a month.
My professor called me out on it in the email. He said I would definitely have a B or a C if I had done any work instead if the F I'm looking at now.
By this point my confidence was at an all-time low, but his next words gave me comfort. He promised to waive the late penalty if I promise to use the extended Thanksgiving weekend to finish the entire online portion if the class.
It made me realize someone is looking out for me after all.
And then I realized I've felt terrible lately because I've been stressing out over two or three issues the entire semester.
This was one of them, but as the fear of failing a class left me, I noticed all of the other things had already taken care of themselves.
It was confusing to not have my stomach tie itself in knots for once. I liked the new feeling.
I forgot how I used to feel this way all the time, when I lived care-free only a year ago , knowing everything in life would work itself out or work itself out of my priorities.
Now I remember what I told the Blacksmith family several years ago.
It'll all be fine.
No comments:
Post a Comment