Sing a Song of Sweet Dreams

Present Tense Note: This entry was originally split into 3 parts on FreeOpenDiary. But because of the wonder of lengthier entries and LJ-cuts, the entry will be presented in its entirety here.

( What a corny subject line. )

S T R E S S E D

eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeek!
Oh lord, I've just had the most horrendous day. Question: Why is it when you think you're giving yourself adequate time to sleep, you always feel dead tired in the morning? I certainly did.

I shook myself up a bottle of iced tea (city famous) and trudged off to school with a smile on my face.
I had been rummaging through photo archives of the journalism class I was in the night before, and was bringing back the Tupperware container. The teacher told me that I had to print out the pages.

I kept my bag and jacket on, thinking I'd only be here for the remaining 15 minutes before 1st period. WRONG! I ended up having to correct errors, scan pictures, resize images... oh I never thought Journalism could be so stressing... I mean, in one week, yes, a class can be stressing, but in one day? I'd never been so frustrated. I ended having my teacher call all my other teachers and telling them I couldn't come. By 4th period, right before lunch, I was agitated. I thought all of this had been done last night! But no, everything was left unfinished, the senior panoramic was funny looking, and things were missing, the wrong font, or in the wrong place. We had to organize everything "just so" and we'd have a proper number of pages.

The fact that I was getting a low grade in my favorite class- Japanese- wasn't helping any. My partner's mother has a terminal disease, and most of the weekends I could work she was at the hospital, and when she wasn't, I was away. My parental issue was sucking up all my time anyway, and I was stressed as it was, trying to sort out my muddled summer schedule.

Then, the day got worse, as I spent 5th, 6th, and 7th there too. People weren't doing things, laying blame on others, claiming to be busy, telling us (the two hardest workers) that they'd show, but they never did...
All the work of the past 9+ months has been done by me and one other person, and while we try not to brag about it, it bugs us when we're on top of a deadline and no one does their job. The end of the year is a time for slacking off, yes, it's true, but not so much!

Then, when the student teacher (college student who teaches) called my 7th, she got ranted and raved at by my formerly nice sensei. *sigh* I have responsibilities, he says. I did show up to class YESTERDAY, relatively on time, and had a readmit for the day before and Friday (no school Monday) that I had missed. I just forgot to give it to him because he was filming.

So he stops by the class after 7th, ranting and raving some more, reminding me of how irresponsible I am, and how I must have chosen my priorities, and that I must be doing too much. Journalism had only been stressful for me at the beginning, when the newbies were too new, and no one did anything. It changed when I stopped staying after so late... but last night, I stayed till 8:30 (it was still light out). I was majorly stressed. Still am, seeing as I have to complete a final project in less than a day in order to bring up my grade. (By some miracle, sensei says it's a C, which means I might be able to bring it up to a C+ or B- if my final is ok) Well, I just had to rant about that, after going on and on about my silly dream.

What a messy life I live, huh? Aiya...