Last day of 21
I've noticed that I often use my livejournal as a place to vent or express anxiety due to some unpleasant event, and then I rarely write after the situation has been resolved. It doesn't really create a flow, especially for myself when I try to read over my past.
My most recent stress had to do with my teaching practicum, which finished over a week ago. It actually turned out quite well. I started to become firmer with the kids, and slowly gained a bit of respect. I made the really bratty girl cry, and I am far too proud of that fact. I got a very good assessment, both from the supervising teacher and the university assessor. I actually am missing the kids. They made it clear I can visit whenever I want, so I might go back after the primary school holidays (a fortnight from now).
I've been dealing with a horrible cold for the past week, no doubt given to me by the preps. It's hard to sleep through constant dry coughing and green phlegm that threatens to completely seal off my oesophagus. I also have the most painful pimple ever, in the crease next to my nose. This zit could star in its own campy Japanese horror movie, I swear to god.
It's my 22nd birthday tomorrow. Scary. 22 sounds so very much old.
My computer keeps wigging out. Explorer.exe starts sucking up 100% of the cpu and then I just have to shut it down. I'm hoping it is a windows corruption rather than a hardware issue. I can't afford to spring for a new cpu right now, especially since my car is begging me for its long overdue service, and I'm sure I'm looking at about a grand of repairs.
Next week is a study week, so I don't have any university classes. It is meant to be a mid-semester break, but in reality it is far past the midway point. In the week following, I have my practical music test (singing and playing instruments all on my own!), then I have most of my major assignments due the week after, and then exams the next week. It's serious business for here on in.
Shit, I better get studying.
My most recent stress had to do with my teaching practicum, which finished over a week ago. It actually turned out quite well. I started to become firmer with the kids, and slowly gained a bit of respect. I made the really bratty girl cry, and I am far too proud of that fact. I got a very good assessment, both from the supervising teacher and the university assessor. I actually am missing the kids. They made it clear I can visit whenever I want, so I might go back after the primary school holidays (a fortnight from now).
I've been dealing with a horrible cold for the past week, no doubt given to me by the preps. It's hard to sleep through constant dry coughing and green phlegm that threatens to completely seal off my oesophagus. I also have the most painful pimple ever, in the crease next to my nose. This zit could star in its own campy Japanese horror movie, I swear to god.
It's my 22nd birthday tomorrow. Scary. 22 sounds so very much old.
My computer keeps wigging out. Explorer.exe starts sucking up 100% of the cpu and then I just have to shut it down. I'm hoping it is a windows corruption rather than a hardware issue. I can't afford to spring for a new cpu right now, especially since my car is begging me for its long overdue service, and I'm sure I'm looking at about a grand of repairs.
Next week is a study week, so I don't have any university classes. It is meant to be a mid-semester break, but in reality it is far past the midway point. In the week following, I have my practical music test (singing and playing instruments all on my own!), then I have most of my major assignments due the week after, and then exams the next week. It's serious business for here on in.
Shit, I better get studying.