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torquillActually, that quote isn't quite accurate... I remember this year all too well.
I was sick at the beginning of this year, then embarked on The Semester From Hell, neglected my plants (missing several planting deadlines) because my English teacher was insane, then made the delay pointless when I dropped English after killing myself to get a C- on the first paper. The second one was supposed to be done over Easter break. To hell with that.
I then finished out the semester with Chemistry, ending it with a flaming letter to the head of the department in an effort to get the teacher fired (no response after six months, need to poke someone), and the feeling that I knew less after that class than I did when I started it. I lost someone who might have turned out to be a close friend because I was stupid and juvenile and generally obnoxious. Sigh.
The summer was the worst performance of the garden to date, which is simultaneously amazing and depressing. A few things did okay, but for the most part anything that didn't die crept along, stunted and unproductive. I stopped reading my garden forums and generally withdrew.
Come September, I busted my @ss to get into classes and failed totally. By the time pre-reg came in May there were no slots left (only two Chem sections, only two Bio sections, wtf), so I tried to claw my way in during the first two weeks. No go. I hadn't expected this, and spent the next two weeks kind of drifting, stunned.
Ah, yes, and I invested much time and emotional energy in an election which culminated in a Goldwater moment for liberals, and advanced the country's slide into a morally bankrupt theocracy. I stopped reading my political forums and generally withdrew.
My efforts to get a job over the next few months failed (%@#$ economy), so I was at home, depressed and idle. This was compounded by several chemical exposures, which got in the way of keeping my commitments to do garden work for people -- one friend still has a watering system which needs fixing and expansion and a couple of semi-expensive bushes which are now dead, and the house in San Leandro needs me to take another look at the lawn. Sigh.
I spent hundreds and hundreds of dollars I don't have (see above note re: jobs) on sick rats, hiking up my debt to a point where I almost can't pay minimums on my credit cards. One of the rats is still sick, and another is seriously getting on my nerves. I'm ready to be rid of them, totally, and I feel like a horrible pet owner for wanting to never see them again.
I got my holiday job again, only to discover that while I still like the work itself, between Base yanking me around and the disgust that I now had no one on staff to help with, it's not something I should be doing over Christmas. I quit when my feet rebelled, and apparently the rest of my body decided it could collapse too. I've spent the rest of the month wishing I could do various semi-physical things (like raking leaves) and being unable to without extreme dizziness and exhaustion. Welcome back, Chronic Fatigue.
Yeah, I'll be happy to see the end of this year.
I was sick at the beginning of this year, then embarked on The Semester From Hell, neglected my plants (missing several planting deadlines) because my English teacher was insane, then made the delay pointless when I dropped English after killing myself to get a C- on the first paper. The second one was supposed to be done over Easter break. To hell with that.
I then finished out the semester with Chemistry, ending it with a flaming letter to the head of the department in an effort to get the teacher fired (no response after six months, need to poke someone), and the feeling that I knew less after that class than I did when I started it. I lost someone who might have turned out to be a close friend because I was stupid and juvenile and generally obnoxious. Sigh.
The summer was the worst performance of the garden to date, which is simultaneously amazing and depressing. A few things did okay, but for the most part anything that didn't die crept along, stunted and unproductive. I stopped reading my garden forums and generally withdrew.
Come September, I busted my @ss to get into classes and failed totally. By the time pre-reg came in May there were no slots left (only two Chem sections, only two Bio sections, wtf), so I tried to claw my way in during the first two weeks. No go. I hadn't expected this, and spent the next two weeks kind of drifting, stunned.
Ah, yes, and I invested much time and emotional energy in an election which culminated in a Goldwater moment for liberals, and advanced the country's slide into a morally bankrupt theocracy. I stopped reading my political forums and generally withdrew.
My efforts to get a job over the next few months failed (%@#$ economy), so I was at home, depressed and idle. This was compounded by several chemical exposures, which got in the way of keeping my commitments to do garden work for people -- one friend still has a watering system which needs fixing and expansion and a couple of semi-expensive bushes which are now dead, and the house in San Leandro needs me to take another look at the lawn. Sigh.
I spent hundreds and hundreds of dollars I don't have (see above note re: jobs) on sick rats, hiking up my debt to a point where I almost can't pay minimums on my credit cards. One of the rats is still sick, and another is seriously getting on my nerves. I'm ready to be rid of them, totally, and I feel like a horrible pet owner for wanting to never see them again.
I got my holiday job again, only to discover that while I still like the work itself, between Base yanking me around and the disgust that I now had no one on staff to help with, it's not something I should be doing over Christmas. I quit when my feet rebelled, and apparently the rest of my body decided it could collapse too. I've spent the rest of the month wishing I could do various semi-physical things (like raking leaves) and being unable to without extreme dizziness and exhaustion. Welcome back, Chronic Fatigue.
Yeah, I'll be happy to see the end of this year.
