Stupid homework killed my brain.

You wanna know what I hate? When teachers don't get me a syllabus until the last little bit of the semester even when I've been asking for one the entire stinking semester! This happened with my Spanish teacher. I asked her nearly every day for one. Her answer was always the same. "Oh I forgot. I'll get it to you tomorrow." Finally she gets me one and says that if I completed ALL of the homework by the last day of the semester, my grade would be raised. However, that was a boat load of homework. I had to complete 5 chapters of online practices. Those took me an average of 2 hours each even when I was slightly cheating...oops! but I seriously didn't have enough time to do them properly. I also had to make flashcards for every chapter so I could memorize the vocabulary before my final. Each chapter required about 100 cards, so that was 500 flashcards to study within a week. Then to top it all off, I had to write 6 essays in Spanish, 300 words each. That may not sound like a lot, but when it's in a foreign language, it's near impossible. I won't even get full credit for the stuff.

I thought I had been spacing things out like a should, but there were some days when I couldn't finish everything I had planned because I had math homework, and I had to study for my sign language final. Plus, I had to keep my sanity. I had tried to talk to the teacher about my work load. She was well aware of the fact that I was taking 20 credit hours. However, her response was, "I'm being extremely lenient by letting you turn all this in. I don't accept late work." But it was her fault it was all late. She didn't give me the stupid syllabus on time. I went home very frustrated.

By yesterday, I had only completed 3 chapters online and 3 chapters of vocab. My final was today, so I had to have it all done. I woke up at 5:30 am...the time I usually wake up for school, but I didn't go to school. I stayed home to work on homework. I was working ALL day. At one point I had a complete mental and emotional breakdown. I was in complete tears. I was so frustrated. I couldn't concentrate anymore. Finally I decided that I really need a priesthood blessing to get through it all. My family wasn't home, so my dad obviously was gone. I tried to get a hold of my uncles, but I don't have most of their phone numbers due to a new phone. So I called the uncles' number I do have, but there was no answer. I didn't know any of my neighbors number because my family took all the phone with them that have those. I decided that I could call my home teachers, but I didn't have their numbers. So I called a friend who gave me their numbers. But when I called them, they didn't answer. I later remembered that my ward is on a river trip right now. So I try to continue with my homework, but I couldn't think. I had managed to complete all my online chapters and vocab and 1 essay, but I still had 5 essays to go. My friend, *Jake* called me and asked if I wanted him to bring ice cream over. He came over and distracted me for a little bit while we ate ice cream and gave me a hug. After he left, I managed to write another essay. But then I couldn't concentrate again. I decided to take a walk. By this point, it was almost midnight. I decided to walk to my bishop's house to ask him for a blessing. While I was walking, I had my keys in between all my fingers and pepper spray in my pocket because I was all alone and it was dark and I don't trust some of the guys in my neighborhood, and I trust their friends even less. So I was probably quite the sight as I knocked on the bishop's door at midnight. His wife answered and informed me that Bishop wasn't home because he was on the river trip. But she invited me in and let me talk and rant about how stressed I was. She said a prayer for me. Then I went home. I managed to finish every single essay. It was a miracle. However, it didn't last long.

I was finally able to go to bed by 3:30am, but I had to wake up at 5:30. So I was running on two hours of sleep. I hurried to get ready. I was so desperate to stay awake through my final, I drank one of those 5 hour energy thingummies ...seriously the most disgusting things on earth! Then I went to print the essays that I had spent all night working on. Much to my dismay, I could only find one. The rest hadn't saved. I printed off the one I had and went to school, dreading the day. I couldn't concentrate all through math. Once I got to Spanish, I handed the teacher the essay and tried to explain what happened and that I had finished ALL of the essays. She didn't care. And she graded the one I had turned in VERY harshly. A misplaced coma was a point off. Forgetting an accent mark was 5 points off. She didn't do that for everyone else's essays. I managed to make it through my final, and I think I did good. However, I'm still very worried about failing the class.

I'll Appreciate It When I'm Older, I'm Sure...

I've always known that I look younger than I am. I'm 20 right now, and when people are asked to guess my age, they usually guess somewhere around 15 or 16. However, I recently had an encounter that made me think that I look even younger.

I was at my brother's jr. high school dropping off some change of schedule forms. As I came out of the school, a boy came toward me. I had to stop myself from laughing because he had the whole strut thing going on. When he reached me, he gave me the whole little head nod and said " 'Sup?" He tried everything to get a conversation flowing.

Finally, I couldn't bear it any longer. I asked, "So just curious...how old are you?"

He had a very proud look on his face as he replied, "13."

"Okay, now just curious, How old do you think I am?"

"Wait! Are you older than me?!" He said this as if it were the most absurd thing he had ever heard. "Are you 14? Cuz we can totally make this work if you want."

"Did you just ask me out?! I'm older than 14."

"Are you seriously going into high school?"

"Nope, I'm past the whole high school bit."

"You're 18?! No way!"

"Yeah, no way! I'm 20."

"Are you serious? Um...well...uh...my I'm supposed to meet my friend, so I have to go."

Do I seriously look that young?? I got hit on by a 13-year-old! That kid is younger than my little brother who is 6 years younger than me. That's just weird. I do not look younger than my little brother!