Confessions of a Bad School Week

For those followers/other friends that I have not really talked to over the past week, you probably did not know that I just went through my worst school week since I have been attending Creighton. Much of it was because of the fact that health-wise, it was the worst that I have felt since I was really young. The things that happened were not huge, life-changing things by any means. However, there were enough small things that happened during the week that seemed to pile on and make this a very rough week. Here is somewhat of a short, semi-detailed timeline:

Monday:

• Coughed and wheezed before the first school day of the week, which led me to only getting one hour of sleep before my first test of the week
• Had a nosebleed thanks to trying to blow my nose right before leaving for the first test, therefore having to walk to class and take the entire test with a tissue in my left nostril to hold the blood
• Eyes were completely bloodshot throughout the entire day. Had a bunch of people asking me if I was high (even though I don't smoke)
• Found out that the girl that I really liked...may, in fact, like someone else...therefore showing the world even more that my luck with girls is below average...although there is a possibility that I could be wrong...but I highly doubt it

 Tuesday:

• Coughed and wheezed again throughout the night, which led me to only getting one or two hours of sleep
• Skipped all three of my classes and had to get someone to cover my desk shift because I was not feeling well at all and my eyes were pretty much bloodshot again. One of those classes was a review class for my test on Thursday, in probably my hardest class

Wednesday

• Feeling a little better now...eyes are not as bloodshot, cough beginning to disappear...however, by the time that my night shift at the desk came around...I was pretty much out of energy...even to study for my huge test

Thursday

• Attended all three of my Tues/Thurs classes for the first time since the Tuesday of the previous week. One of the classes being a test which I did mediocre on, and the second class I could barely get through
• Couldn't take a break between 9 am and 9 pm, which was especially not fun since me being under the weather

Friday

• Ended up passing up thanks to some of the medicine that I had been taking...unfortunately it caused my computer to fall off of the bed and destroy the screen
• Got 10 hours of sleep...which was good...but on the other hand, the previous four nights I got about 10 hours of sleep

There were some positive things that went on this week, such as being able to sleep without coughing off and on, and lunch with the guys as usual on Friday. And I have taken a step back and considered the fact that things could be worse for me (E.g. I could have been in Egypt this past week). It was just sort of frustrating for me, considering the fact that my weekend had started so well (if you include Thursday night) and ended so poorly.

I know that most of these things that I worry about are minor and shouldn't be on the forefront of my mind...but sometimes...I can't help but to think about some of these things. One bright side...next week couldn't get much worse...could it?

Worries and Concern

My closest friend from back home is not doing well at all right now. He is working two jobs currently with terrible hours, his parents recently got divorced, and now it looks as if his family might have to move since they cannot afford the house that they live in. Currently he is emotionally drained and really does not know what to do about it. He has been through so much over the past few years that I have known him (I won't go into details), and I amazed and impressed that he has been able to get through so much so strongly. However, it hurts me to see him struggle and become sad like this, because I am not there personally to help him. While talking to him through facebook chat is great, actually talking to him in person would be much more helpful for both parties.

I, myself am going through some pains as well. While not nearly as bad as my friend, it still finds a way to take a toll on me. The job search has been somewhat stressful as I close in on graduation and a part of me just wants the semester to be over and done with. And for some reason, there may be a time where sooner rather than later, I may find out if luck is on my side or if I am on the wrong side of the coin once again...I am hoping that fortunes will, for once, be in my favor...but my skeptic side doesn't believe so

(Sigh) And I made the mistake of thinking that 2nd semester senior year was supposed to be the least stressful semester of my college career