Sometimes, it's the most random things that get you through the day.
Take today for example. I was told I wasn't going to be allowed to graduate. Why? Parking tickets. Are you SERIOUS?
Naturally that's where the mental breakdown came into play. There was many tears, angry ranting, falling asleep in the shower (because of a significant lack of sleep) and hugs from my department chair (AcKwArD)...
I freaked out to the point that I thought my whole life was ruined, over, done.
Then I went and talked to my department chair. I had no one else to go to at that point because my boss (ya know, in the counseling center) was like "Shut up and go write a paper or something". How sensitive of you!
Well, my department chair (in psych of course) is infamous for giving hugs. I forgot this before I showed up at his office hysterically crying. After hugging me, he, the calm logical one, proceeded to figure out a plan. Turns out the po-po lied. I'm not being prevented from graduating, they're just going to hold that little piece of paper that says I graduated hostage for a bit...until I have the money to pay up.
Then we talked about everything else that happened today, like my phone being disconnected because I can't afford my bills since someone t-boned me and took off during spring break and I lost my job because my father held my car hostage for a month (yeah I'm used to people holding things hostage from me). Also talked abouthow it seems like everyone in my family decided to e-mail me and tell me how much of a fuck up I am. Like, my mother, who told me that she doesn't see how I can possibly thing grad school is a good idea. At that point I told her as politely as possible to fuck off. And, of course, when I say that I mean I just told her to fuck off and figured that was being polite.
Then my father decided to contact me via my aunt. Se asked me when I was going to send him tickets to graduation....hahaha, that's funny. You mean I was supposed to invite him after he held my car hostage for a month and lost me my job because of it, which is why I now can't afford my bills? Or did you mean I was supposed to invite him after he told me that I was disowned not two months ago? Either way, she got the same answer my mother did and I'm hoping she relays the message back to daddy dearest.
Yeah it was a bad day.
So I went to work at the counseling center for the night and at that point I was being as blunt as humanly possible. I had a can of SpagettiOs that I wanted to eat, but no can openner...DILEMMA! So everyone that passed I asked if they had one. Finally one of my friends took it over to the cafe-ish thing on campus and asked them to open it for me...sweet satisfaction at last!
Then I decided, eventually I was going to need a break from paper writing, so at 7:30 I went with one of the hall directors (who happens to be cool as shit<--not literal) to Wal-Mart, where, for a program, we bought $225 worth of cookies, cupcakes, doughnuts and brownies...walking through the isles with all that was the best! The looks on people's faces made everything seem so funny. The we get to the check out and the cashier didn't say anything for a bit. Finally she was like"...So I gotta ask..." Who wouldn't have to ask about that?!?
So now that its 2:42am and I've given myself a break from this seemingly non-stop paper writing, I'm going to get back to that non-stop paper writing...3 more days...just have to get through the next 3 days, get everything done, not have a breakdown and graduate...the rest can wait.
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