dammit

So I had a depressing week. My final grade in Methods in Anthropology was a C. This has be quite bummed as this is the lowest grade I have received in university, Actually the lowest grade I've had since Grade 10 when I took my last math class. I came close to a C in Physical Geography but i studied my ass off and wrote the most detailed Lab assignment ever and i managed to pull my grade up in the last month.

With Methods I worked all year. I started off well, getting B's and such but then second term came and all the studying and hard work didn't seem to matter. I got a D on the final and a C on the research project that i put my heart and soul in to. I cried. A lot. I cried a lot and got depressed because with that D and C i put the final nail the coffin that were my hopes of getting in to grad school. The absolute lowest mark allowed in a degree requirement is a C+ and even then its hard to find a school that will take you. most will pass you over with less than a B.

Add my difficulty finding a summer job, and problems at home and I have been one stressed girl. My moods have been all over the place and I've been getting headaches so I went to the doctor. Guess what! My hormones are out of whack and I have mildly high blood pressure both of which are likely brought on by stress. Shocker right? Looks like I'm saying goodbye to my friend salt for a while.

This made me even more upset and more stressed. I'm not sure, seeing as it's been nearly four years since my last English class but I'm fairly sure that is ironic.

So I took a nap and decided to not let it get to me. All the signs told me to be happy. I finished the sleeve on the sweater I'm knitting (My first one ever!) and it fits perfectly, my favourite movie, Moulin Rouge, is playing on the free preview of AMC tonight, I had chocolate pudding in the fridge and animal crackers on the top of the fridge (the worlds greatest dessert!) and I had just enough cash to buy a big ol' carton of OJ which I have been craving for a few days. Oh! and I got my highest marks of the year in my final two Anthro of Tourism things. See, all happy things!

Tomorrow is a new day and I have 12 days left of my summer vacation before summer session starts so I'm going to get up early (and by early I mean before noon) put on my supper comfy yoga pants and go for a walk, possibly in the conservation area about a kilometre from here, while listening to the Moulin Rouge soundtracks. A new day and all that crap.