"Goggle Eyes and a Troubling Hunger..."

So it's a week to spring break.

This semester I: got my first F on an exam; was in a fashion show to raise eating disorder awareness; was interviewed for said fashion show, and announced in the interview that I was in recovery for an eating disorder, talked about some warning signs, some reasons it was a truly sucky experience and you should not get one, many reasons the media and fashion industry encourage eating disorders, America's double standards, stuff like that, which I have never talked about in a personal context before, at least certainly never when it was going to be printed in a newspaper many of my fellow students will read; had a boyfriend for a little over twenty-four hours; had a girlfriend for a little under a week; dissected and collected the blood of ten live fish in fifty-five minutes (it was amazing, God willing I will do it again some day); fell in love with a boy I have no intention ever of going out with; wrote a paper while delirious and got an A on it; started Organic Chemistry; got into an upper-level sosh class that was technically closed to freshmen and realised that it was not worth the trouble I had taken, as it makes me want to rip out my brain and throw it at the teacher, who is the most annoying person in the entire world; made a friend I want to keep for-ever; wrote a performance evaluation in Latin for extra-credit; found out that people will believe horizontal three-bladed razor cuts were made by crashing a bike if you tell them so; wrote at least four poems that I really like; reached a peaceable place with my own death; realised that I do not want anything to stop me from being a doctor and I will manage it no matter what; settled into my skin.

None of which were without their trials.

Midterms: O.chem and sosh on Friday, bio lab Thursday, none elsewhere.
Weather: Beautiful.
Overall sense of peace and accomplishment: Fairly good.