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torquillMy last (only) final is tomorrow at oh-dark-thirty.
I had three classes this semester. OChem ran at a breakneck pace, English had several papers (one at an inconvenient juncture), and Plant Pests and Diseases took time away from my impacted Wednesday evenings and based my grade almost entirely on two projects due in the last week of classes.
I've had crushing stress, lack of sleep (insomnia even), depression, and chemical exposures. I've been exhausted, apathetic, cranky, and jittery; I've had achiness and slight tremors, even some trouble making it up the stairs at night.
Yet my health hasn't truly failed me a single time in four hard months. Not once, even for an evening. No crashes at all, no enduring brainfog or fatigue. If I'm exhausted at night, I wake up feeling perhaps a little tired still, but able to climb stairs and make it through the day. This is incredible to me.
Maybe I'm ready for the big leagues in September again after all.
It's more significant still when you consider that giving up my dream of full-time college was one of the most crushing blows of this illness. Being a student is one of the things I love most. And now it looks like I've won back that dream.
UC Davis, here I come.
I had three classes this semester. OChem ran at a breakneck pace, English had several papers (one at an inconvenient juncture), and Plant Pests and Diseases took time away from my impacted Wednesday evenings and based my grade almost entirely on two projects due in the last week of classes.
I've had crushing stress, lack of sleep (insomnia even), depression, and chemical exposures. I've been exhausted, apathetic, cranky, and jittery; I've had achiness and slight tremors, even some trouble making it up the stairs at night.
Yet my health hasn't truly failed me a single time in four hard months. Not once, even for an evening. No crashes at all, no enduring brainfog or fatigue. If I'm exhausted at night, I wake up feeling perhaps a little tired still, but able to climb stairs and make it through the day. This is incredible to me.
Maybe I'm ready for the big leagues in September again after all.
It's more significant still when you consider that giving up my dream of full-time college was one of the most crushing blows of this illness. Being a student is one of the things I love most. And now it looks like I've won back that dream.
UC Davis, here I come.
