Sitting here in my room may seem to be relaxing - but it's not. While I'm here typing, my only homework assignment is sitting on my desk in the midst of all my other papers with a pen beside it, ready for me to peruse it, albeit reluctantly. My brain is throbbing in a particularly annoying way, mostly centered around my back, left occipital lobe and radiating from there. In addition to that, my eyes are refusing to open and I feel as if I'm observing everything from afar, as if there's a screen of a sort separating me from reality. Too bad this IS reality and no matter how much I wish to not analyze the poems in the packet for homework, it is still going to be due tomorrow and I will still have to force myself out of bed tomorrow morning and there is still approximately a month left of school. Not to mention the fact that I'll have to go through 2 hours and a half of observing my new Internship doctor, Dr. Wedemeyer, in a quiet, sparsely lit room tomorrow - absolutely perfect conditions for a nap. My last two times there resulted in me tearing up due to my attempts to keep my eyes open so Dr. Wedemeyer wouldn't think what she was doing was so boring that I'd started to sleep. Instead, she could think that it was boring enough that I'd cry myself to sleep since I had to obtain some tissue each time. Utterly embarrassing. However, my thoughts on the experience are quite the contrary since I enjoy it. It's just that... I'm sleepy!
It may not be much, all of this, but it all started with my nap. You'd think that laying down for a bit would refresh me enough so I can go through 3 poems with little or no difficulty. The questions aren't even particularly hard at all, though some would require a bit of thought and perhaps some help from our Mr. Red friend! I guess Senioritis is playing a major role in this production. I already tried to get through the second poem, An Essay on Man, which I actually like but I still can't seem to concentrate on it enough. When I try, the throbbing at the back of my head intesifies steadily and let me tell you, that is NOT a good thing.
So here I am sitting in front of the computer, staring blearily through slightly watery eyes and trying to keep awake in order to at least finish the 17 questions for this poem so I can trudge along to the last one, which is on an article titled "The Sublime".
Life as a student towards the end of the year is seriously irritating and bewildering.
How in the world can a mere nap get me even drowsier than I was before while acquiring an unwanted ailment along the way?
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