Happy Hump Day. Photo by David Summers.
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Deliverance by Showbread (Taken with instagram)
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The driver literally stopped for me take a picture. (Taken with instagram)
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I’m attending Arm Candy Party. Click here for an invite. http://bit.ly/JjhmD2 #poshmark #poshparty #fashion #shopping
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#PicFrame (Taken with instagram)
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#tweegram (Taken with instagram)
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The Great Ending
This past week was horrible.
I remember sitting in Composition class on Monday listening to the lecture during the first half of class. I found myself, I guess spacing out, during the second half as I was listening to the teacher then soon after not knowing what he said.
Tuesday, life felt odd. Something was “off.” I was about two feet away from my bus stop before I found out I left my butcher paper (needed for my cardboard chair) in the bathroom of the school office.
Wednesday, I woke up with a sore throat and the dreaded runny nose. Thursday was the same but with each time I swallowed or coughed, my chest would hurt. The day was filled with cough attacks and graveyards of balled up pieces of toilet paper.
On the 20th, the scariest thing happened. Pink eye. Well, my mother thought it was the real thing, but after waiting almost an hour in an urgent care waiting room, the doctor said it was some bacterial virus infection. Only way to let it die down was to take eye drops.
Sadly, when I was sick, I was dropped from one class. I had used my last absence (out of three) which results in a drop. Earlier this week, I was dropped from the Composition class. My university doesn’t seem to acknowledge or think of students ever getting sick. Or maybe I should have tried to tell school services I would be out… Thankfully, students have the option to appeal for dropped classes.
I wasn’t sure if I wanted to appeal because the semester ends next Thursday and I’m very sure I want to go to another school and study something else. But I decided to write my letter to student services saying I want back in to my classes and that I’ll never get sick again.
I am glad that they’ve scheduled a meeting with me for tomorrow to review my case. I’ll bring my urgent care discharge paper as proof showing I was sick, and maybe a pile of balled up toilet paper.
I know I never want to feel that way again. Being sick felt normal. Getting well is a new feeling.
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Feeling so much better (Taken with instagram)
