I've almost survived my first week at school, part II. hurrah! I only missed two classes (that's better than I do when healthy) and my French midterm was pushed back to next monday, giving me a chance to get organized. not that I'll use it.

The depression continues to be the hardest part of the mono for me to deal with...it's worse than PMS (although I've never really been affected by that all that much, so I can't say). I can cry at the drop of a hat, and it's the tiniest thing that can send me right into being sad. It doesn't help that most of my roommates are talking about taking vacations during Reading Week to exotic places. I'm really envious of that. I couldn't afford it in a million years. Which makes me sound a lot poorer than I am. I didn't even get OSAP because my parents make too much, but unfortunately that means I have no money. (Although the plus side is no student loan to pay back...) The irony of this all is that I'd much rather go to England than somewhere exotic. Hot places just don't do it for me.

God, I'm really whiny sometimes.

In good news, I got an 86 on my English essay, and my professor called my writing sophisticated and me sensitive. He wants this essay to go in a folder of essays the first year English profs are compiling for the library to use as good examples of what they look for in an essay, along with the other essay I wrote for that class. I feel pretty special now--after yesterday's pessimism, it was a much needed ego boost.

The Hibou is having a writing workshop tomorrow, so I imagine I'm expected to participate in that. it should be fun. I'm also putting some money on my meal card, so that is exciting. I'll get to eat pizza. and chocolate milk. mmm.

So this is the way the world ends, not with a bang, but a whimper.

"oh yeah, life goes on
long after the thrill of livin' is gone"

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