Poor Mrs Leonhardt for having to understand this.

Okay, I should really start writing that essay about the Islamic Revolution. Like, now…

Does anybody on here know anything about Ayatollah Khomeini?

Because I have to write an essay about him (which is due tomorrow) and I am not very motivated.

i don’t have a problem with school like im perfectly content with doing work and learning for 6 hours a day but my disdain arises when homework is added like its honestly so stressful and I would be much happier if I could just goto school for six hours daily and then come home and actually have time to live my life without deadlines and assignments looming over me

Gah.

I’m supposed to be studying for my ethics/ philosophy class test tomorrow.

Nobody in my class has a clue what that test could possibly be about, but we know that it will be half of our final grade for this semester – so yeah.

According to my Seminarfach class, this is an accurate depiction of a sqirrel.

I am nervous.

She has to answer that mail, she has to answer, has to answer now.

…

I have finally written a mail to my school’s counseling teacher, but she doesn’t answer.

That’s why I am nervous.

You know, if the appointment I am trying to make with her was for me, I wouldn’t need to hurry. But it is not for me.

I hate that. My friend’s wellbeing depends on my teacher’s answer to a mail that was sent by me and I am just standing in between the teacher and my friend ~~(figuratively of course)~~

As I said, I am nervous.

But at least I have done something, and that’s already a lot more than what I usually do ~~which is nothing~~.

It is the waiting that makes me so nervous, not the responsibility.

Oh Latin homework, how much I love you.

And I do realize that some sentences don’t even make sense, but I decided this is enough.