You're probably wondering about the strange title, eh? Hmm where to start..?
I just broke down today, crying and whatnot. Maybe its the steroids talking but, my life is kinda getting screwed up...
My mom found out about my C+ in Algebra 2 so I'm gonna have to get a tutor. I attribute this to my chemo treatments since I now lose track of what I'm thinking. A lot. Am I getting dementia? Who knows? Wait, what did I just type??!
I missed school for the third time this week, b/c of my meds. I honestly have no idea where life is gonna take me. I act out with bravado and swagger, saying I'm going to be an Avianbiologist, and minor in Finance and Economics, maybe go to Stanford, or Princeton. Who am I kidding? My grades are in free-fall, and if I can't pass my freshman year, how the hell can I go all 4 years...? Worse, my body's never gonna be the samenot as strong as the average Joe's so I don't think I can work a 40 hour week like all those other Americans.
As said before, I made lots of new friends at Piedmont. But what about my old ones? Thinking back to what one of my fellow bloggers wrote, we just stick together to hold on to the past, afraid to let go and forge our own paths(or something like that, chemo-brain remember?). Well to me that hits the gold. I talk to my Challenger friends on Aim now and again, but every month it seems we talk less and less. Why is it that people remember their high school + college buddies, but not their middle school ones? I just don't want to drift apart, they're all awesome...
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