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I guess this sudden urge to write has hit me out of nowhere. It’s been a rough day, but luckily there’s only a few hours left and I’ll be able to claim Thursday. I felt the need to vent to my fellow blogspotters and my regular readers about everything that’s been going on and that through it all I’m learning to stand back up on my own two feet and move forward.
First things first I’ve been sick for the past three days which is never any fun. I can specifically remember being younger laughing and thinking how lucky I was to never have allergies and then boom; I now have allergies as a young adult. Karma. Not only is being sick one of the worst things for anybody, I am painstakingly stubborn when it comes to taking medicine and drinking fluids. Being sick is the one thing that knocks me on my butt and makes me scream out for my mommy.
I woke up this morning and attended my regular Wednesday class. Ahh, Spanish, not saying that it’s my worst class or least favorite, but it is definitely one of my classes that involves a lot of studying, tears and dedication. For those who do not know me, I do not speak Spanish; I know I know it’s disappointing. Regardless, I sat in my desk mentally preparing myself to hold full blown conversations with my peers in an unknown language when she handed back our grades for our oral interviews that we had Monday. Let’s just say I didn’t do as well as I had hoped. Again with the assumptions I didn’t fail, but to go from making A’s on all my other Spanish interviews from last semester to let’s just say an average grade I was to say the least disappointed.
Another scoop of poop-cream was added to my oh-so-delicious Wednesday sundae when I found out that the two classes that I have taken for Spanish supposedly won’t even count towards my minor. Sooooo…I’m taking these classes for what exactly? Basically I’ll be stuck taking Spanish classes until I’m 87 while using a walker and carrying my IV bag around BB Comer Hall.
Unfortunately, it’s midterm season as well and I have to get one midterm grade back for my American Literature class that’s 25% of my grade, he then proceeds to tell my class that the average grade is running in the 75-80. Yeahhhh...not too thrilled about that average. I have a History midterm coming up that is worth 20% of my grade. Pray for me.
In the midst of all of this, I’m trying to remain level-headed about life and optimistic about the future. After a good cry and a few hours of the Eeyore attitude I began forcing myself to view things in brighter light.
- I’m meeting with my Spanish teacher Friday to discuss possible ways to improve myself in class.
- Currently taking allergy medication, and for those of you that know me that’s a big deal so be proud.
- I’ll be meeting with my academic advisor to discuss the next route of classes I’ll need to take for the upcoming semester. Within the meeting I might decide to double major in Journalism and Spanish since I’ll already be putting in all the work.
- Studying. Studying. Studying. I could sit here all day and night complaining about all the assignments I have to do, but nothing ever gets done without effort.
The point of this blog is simple; everyone has bad days, but it’s what you do about those bad days that really determine what kind of person you are. A little motto to live by and remember is that anything worth having is worth fighting and working for.
I found a picture last night and I really feel like it was God’s little way of preparing me for what I had in store for today. It is simply the five rules of happiness.
One of the simplest and realest things I've read in awhile. I guess it's all easier said than done, but I aim to try and shape my life around these five rules. Just remember that you're not the only one out there struggling, and that regardless of how you may feel someone will always be able to relate to you on some kind of level.
Until next time...xoxo
